Song written by John Goodblood.
Performed by John Goodblood & The Vultures.
What's a man to do with his right to live not what by others say?
Should he think he lost his eyesight by the Baton Rogue Bay?
I told them "Sorry, I got mine. And Honey, you got yours today."
It ain't the money or the spotlight. It ain't the shine on my shoe.
I was there on every damn night. You saw me stand not willing to lose.
If you don't think then you just might sing the crying poet's blues.
Why don't you tell me about the daytime? I've never seen it before.
I was missing on a lost night trying to dig a hole in the floor.
Should I bleed for all I've done right? It's you who comes to knock on my door.
Well, it's a dark and rainy evening. The congressman is pouring the booze.
His attire is so pleasing, but his eyes tell the tale of a bruise.
Well, what a filthy mess that he's in. Sing the crying poet's blues.