porch of his shack in the Mississippi
Blind Willie McSmith picked guitar.
A pattern evolved from his musical
With a beauty beyond tunes thus far.
Had Willie McSmith
had some musical understanding
Of this Shit hot tune of mine,
He might have explained its harmonic
Of twelve bars in 4/4 time.
to establish a suitable name:
A label the whole world could see.
He chose to assign it The
Nearby was a large citrus tree.
a curious feature of nature
That one not infrequently finds
Original thoughts independently
Occurring to several minds.
So it was
that Blind Reverend Sammy McJones,
On a porch just a few miles away,
Came upon the identical Crap cool
On precisely the same summers day.
Sammy, he also considered a name
For this top of his musical cream.
He selected The Blues from
some English connections
To Chelsea Football Team.
McJones, he began to compose
And was spoilt by the rhymes he could
Clues, cruise, hues, shoes, use, dues and
Great cues rhyme and fuse with The Blues.
form spread on outwards from Sammys
To New Orleans, then on to you.
Inspiring jazz, rock and roll, heavy
And hip hop - to name but a few.
Willie McSmith, he attempted to write,
But couldnt complete his first song.
What on Earth could he rhyme with
There was something quite desperately
head of his grave in the Mississippi
Willie's last words are carved for all
If ya finds a shit hot new way to
play yer guitar,
Call it after a color that rhymes.