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Shakin' My Head


Category: Folk Rock, Americana, Acoustic Blues



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Description: My own personal working man's blues.

My original tune about what still to this date is my experience at my day job at the IT Helpdesk Customer Service Cubical Farm. 'Still the same, and I'm still shaking my head.....

And, yes, there are references to actual people, some living, some dead, the rest half dead. But I ain't sayin' who's who.

This recording is from a jam session in 2013, I think. My best guess on personnel is:

Michael Redding: Guitar and main vocals
Robert Darlington: Acoustic guitar
Brian Chaney: Acoustic guitar
Chuck Joseph: Acoustic bass

Shaking My Head

VERSE 1:
I wake up in the morning and I sit on the bed
Look out the window, pat the dog on the head
Feeling only half dead, so I guess I’m OK

Gotta get going, gotta get out the lead
Rather be doin’ something else instead
But I gotta show up on the job today

VERSE 2:
One red eye and I’m hittin’ the deck
I play a little hound dog, I play a little dead
I play a little fool, ‘cause that’s what they expect

I meet a lot of people in the course of my day
Most of them are people I met yesterday
I never have to wonder what these people will say

CHORUS 1:
Well there’s Big Wayne insane
Don’t ever let him
Get you in the corner, cause then you know he’s gonna
Run his big fat rat trap homicidal bullcrap
In and out your ear till the cows come home

To the cubicle farm and pull the alarm
Let’s you get away
Shakin’ your head but there’s nothing you can say

INSTRUMENTAL VERSE

CHORUS 2:
Crying Annie
Somebody’s granny,
She don’t think that’s right
Might stooge, no cool, catholic high school
But otherwise alright

But she’s always coughing and a sneezin’ too
It’s gonna get in my hair
‘Cause on the cubicle farm there always something in the air

VERSE 3:
There I’m a sittin’ in the cubicle farm
Mind my own business, do nobody harm
Waitin’ for a buzz or a light on the phone

I pay my union dues every check
I sing a little blues, under my breath
You can bet, y’all
I’m just shaking my head

INSTRUMENTAL VERSE

CHORUS 3:
There’s Big Wig’s bad tricks
Signing up some nit wits
Paid to put the hammer down
Gonna be a bad scene selling out your home team
To another town

But that’s the way that it goes, everyone knows
It’s getting’ long in the tooth
But on the cubicle farm, you can’t tell ‘em the truth

VERSE 4:
I wake up in the morning and I sit on the bed
Look out the window, pat the dog on the head
Feeling only half dead, so I guess I’m OK

I pay my union dues every check
I sing a little blues, under my breath
You can bet
I’m just shaking my head

Submitted: August 25, 2017 8:39AM


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