Pete Brown and his Battered Ornaments:Traveling Blues (or The New Used Jew's Dues Blues)

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“Traveling Blues (or The New Used Jew's Dues Blues)”
Artist: Pete Brown and his Battered Ornaments
Albums: A Meal You Can Shake Hands With In The Dark (1969)

Goin' on up the road baby
Goin' lose myself in the night
Got my ticket in my pocket I said
Gonna take myself the midnight bus
I got so many blues on my mind
I'm a black and blue evil cuss

And I'm going to Scotland baby
Gonna find me some country peace
Going to Scotland baby
In the highlands gonna find me some country peace
Gonna find me a tartan woman I said
Gonna bury myself in her golden fleece

Goin' to Liverpool baby
I'm sorry that I can't take you
I'm goin' to Liverpool baby
And I'm sorry that I can't take you
There ain't nothing in Liverpool baby
That a sophisticated lover woman can do

Shakespeare country woman off the road yeah
She's got pills and speed in her heart
Shakespeare country woman yeah
She's got pills and speed in her heart
She gonna love me
Right from the very start

All alone in the night baby
My hair is slowly turning grey
All alone in the night baby
And my hair is slowly turning grey
Gonna find me a woman with a long black curly brush
That'll sweep all my cares away

I get on the midnight bus
Go rollin' on up the road
Ah, everybody's looking a little bit uneasy
Seats aren't very comfortable
Yeah, we're rolling across the country
And the colours of the cows are cool
Ah, I'm not gonna spend too long on the road this time
Not gonna become the road's fool
It's cold out here anyway

Ah, it's warmer inside
Somebody we can get there
I think I'm gonna lose him
Fore roll out of all the ciggies
Think I'll get the train and roll across the Pennine Chain
Ah, that's a bit more peaceful
Yeah, think I'm gonna lose myself in the country
It's gonna soothe my mind
None of these cities like Stoke on Trent or Stroke on Tent or Newcastle Under Lyme

Goin' up the road you know by bus
Got my suitcase in my hand
Goin' on up the road I said
I've got my suitcase in my hand
Inside my little suitcase baby
I've got all the cares of this land

When I get home baby
You can, then you can peel me a grape
When I get home baby
You can, you can peel me a grape
You can bend over me real low
And you can get me into shape

I said baby baby
I need your cool hand on my brow
I said baby baby
I need your cool hand on my brow
I want you to take me hand and show me
I want you to take me in hand and show me, show me how

You're coming here, baby baby
With that smug grin on your face
You're coming here, baby
And you've got that smug grin on your beautiful face
But you'd better watch it baby I said you'd better watch it
I'm gonna kiss you in a most unusual place

Yeah, yeah I'm a traveling traveling blues yeah