Mo’ Slower Blues

Saw you getting dropped down and it took me into a bounds
I saw bleary blowin' or red-eyed on the outskirts of town
I saw a pistol-packin' mama heel shoes
Well I guess it's the same ol' thing
I got the mo' slower blues

Well I saw the sun sinking low behind a little dark hanging cloud
I went to see a musical band on a Tuesday but they weren't very loud
I saw a rusty hacksaw on a sittin' down speaking the truth
I guess it's the same ole thing
I got the mo' slower blues

Well I saw a bank being robbed, they had no money in the till
About the same time the power's going
out, took the refrigerator away from a chill
And then I saw a Vogue fashion model, you know she didn't have a clue
Yeah, I guess it's the same ole thing
I got the mo' so slower blues, slower blue