"B" Side Blues Songtext
von Bernard Cribbins

B-sides, B-sides
They ain′t good news
Turn it up, don't turn it over
Don′t play me the B-side blues

Now this here is a pedal steel
And oh, what a pick to use
It's a humdinger, ooh, what a winner
For killin' the B-side blues
And a mandolin sounds kinda thin
It′s an easy noise to lose
With all that crashin′, smashin', and bashin′
You hear on the B-side blues

B-sides, B-sides
They ain't good news
Turn it up, don′t turn it over
Don't play me the B-side blues


Now you hear this thing, it′s called a twelve-string
It's difficult to tune
But the troglodytes found it indispensable
Playin' their B-side blues
And this little fella sounds all the better
When I′m takin′ my midday snooze
But them banjo pickers sound so much thicker
When they're pickin′ their B-side blues

B-sides, B-sides
They ain't good news
Turn it up, don′t turn it over
Don't play me the B-side blues

Alright now
That′s so pretty
And so are you

Now the yodelin' dude in his cowboy shoes
With his little old lady boo
He's not king of the road, he′s not King Creole
He′s just king of the B-side blues
Hey diddle diddle, the sound of that fiddle
Could drive a man to booze
Sure as hell, sure it's just as well
No one ever plays the B-side blues

B-sides, B-sides
They ain′t good news
Turn it up, don't turn it over
Don′t play me the B-side blues


B-sides, B-sides
They ain't good news
Turn it up, don′t turn it over
Don't play me the B-side blues

B-sides, B-sides
They ain't good news
Turn it up, don′t turn it over
Don′t play me the B-side blues

B-sides, B-sides
They ain't good news
Turn it up, don′t turn it over