Day 17

Writer’s Block Blues
April 17, 2009

A block ain’t nothin’ but the word you cannot find.
No, a block ain’t nothin’ but the word you cannot find.
You can search with hounds and flashlights, but that word done left your mind.

A block ain’t nothin’ but cinder holdin’ up a wheel.
You know a block ain’t nothin’ but cinder holdin’ up a wheel.
You put four blocks together, baby, I got a heart you cannot steal.

A block ain’t nothin’ but six letters and six squares.
That ol’ alphabet block ain’t nothin’ but six letters and six squares.
And if you won’t spell my name with those letters, baby, who cares?

A block ain’t nothin’ but a spot in a city,
No, a block ain’t nothing but a spot in this lonely ol’ city,
And if we can’t find that spot together, baby, what a pity.

A block ain’t nothin’ but the word you cannot find,
Like I told you, a block ain’t nothin’ but the words I cannot find,
And since you done left me, baby, all my words been left behind.

Yeah, since you done left me, baby, all my words have been left behind.