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There once was a blues man as skinny as could be who went by the moniker of Boney Bones Dupree He was the worst singer I ever had heard sounded like an alley cat who done choked on a bird His guitar wasn't tuned it whined and it wailed as he struck it with a sharp and rusty 'ol nail His teeth were yellow his eyes were gray his hair looked like stray bits of hay Still people came from miles around to listen to his music, his haunting sound He danced on the stage in jaunty puzzle steps you could hear the ***** comin' off of his breath He'd scream one verse until his face'd turn red then he'd whisper the next while he stood on his head He'd jump up and down and slam his guitar throw the **** thing right over the bar Then he'd look to the crowd and playfully smile and thank us for sharing his crazy awhile After taking a shot and waving goodbye he went and jumped back into the sky He painted those evening clouds with delight as we watched him sail off into the night Outta sight.
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Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
Boney Bones Dupree
There once was a blues man as skinny as could be who went by the moniker of Boney Bones Dupree He was the worst singer I ever had heard sounded like an alley cat who done choked on a bird His guitar wasn't tuned it whined and it wailed as he struck it with a sharp and rusty 'ol nail His teeth were yellow his eyes were gray his hair looked like stray bits of hay Still people came from miles around to listen to his music, his haunting sound He danced on the stage in jaunty puzzle steps you could hear the ***** comin' off of his breath He'd scream one verse until his face'd turn red then he'd whisper the next while he stood on his head He'd jump up and down and slam his guitar throw the **** thing right over the bar Then he'd look to the crowd and playfully smile and thank us for sharing his crazy awhile After taking a shot and waving goodbye he went and jumped back into the sky He painted those evening clouds with delight as we watched him sail off into the night Outta sight.
An internet meme told me that this was my blues name.  I'm one crazy SOB.
j-a-doetsch
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40/M/American
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
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