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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 Iím OK

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

VERSE 2:
One red eye and Iím hittiní the deck
I play a little hound dog, I play a little dead
I play a little fool, Ďcause thatís 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 thereís Big Wayne insane
Donít ever let him
Get you in the corner, cause then you know heís 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
Letís you get away
Shakiní your head but thereís nothing you can say

INSTRUMENTAL VERSE

CHORUS 2:
Crying Annie
Somebodyís granny,
She donít think thatís right
Might stooge, no cool, catholic high school
But otherwise alright

But sheís always coughing and a sneeziní too
Itís gonna get in my hair
ĎCause on the cubicle farm there always something in the air

VERSE 3:
There Iím a sittiní in the cubicle farm
Mind my own business, do nobody harm
Waitiní 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, yíall
Iím just shaking my head

INSTRUMENTAL VERSE

CHORUS 3:
Thereís Big Wigís 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 thatís the way that it goes, everyone knows
Itís gettingí long in the tooth
But on the cubicle farm, you canít tell Ďem 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 Iím OK

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

Submitted: August 25, 2017 8:39AM


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