Blues Poem
Rough Draft:

"Mad Daddy"

My baby broke a fever on a Sunday mo'n
Poor, baby broke a fever on a Sunday mo'n
Caught naked at the whore house near the whistle'n train
That girl be sweat'n from the top of her brain

Her daddy was a howl'n and spitten fire
Mad daddy was a howl'n and spitten fire
Drug her by the hair, put spit in his fist
This girl's seen more than a licken stick, ooh

Baby, my baby, didn't shed a tear
Ooh, baby, my baby, didn't shed a tear
She stuck out her chin, then said with a smile
I'll spread my legs like a crocodile

Her daddy jerked back, stared straight in her eyes
Mad daddy jerked back, stared straight in them eyes
Gonna take that shovel, hanging up on the wall
Gonna dig yo grave less the angels call

Sweet sista', hallelujah, the angels sang
Sweet sista', hallelujah, those angels sang
There's fire in hell-but love in the home
My baby broke her sweat on a Sunday mo'n

©2000 James Olmos