EVEN HOOKERS SING THE BLUES
(Words and music; Colin Reece)

From the albums 'Well kept Secrets' by Colin Reece
and 'Slaughterhouse' by Ian Cutler

Down the avenue hip-swinging movers

Are bill and cooing the best of attentions

They smile

Giving their sweetest glances

Come-on advances

Except for one and she knows

She should go into town

See what's going down

But today she's finding it hard

She just wants left alone

So now be it known

That even hick-hungry hookers sing the blues

In Arizona and North Dakota

They're heading up and they're moving out

There's no change

They are still peace-pipe smoking

And poor cow poking

Except for one and he knows

He should be on the range

But he's feeling strange

There's no "howdy-doody" today

He just wants left alone

So now be it known

That even cattle-crazy cowboys sing the blues.

In Kristiania out in Copenhagen

They're flying higher than a kite can fly

There's no change

They are still peace bead bearing

And long hair wearing

Except for one and he knows

He should relax a while

But his illegal smile

Isn't working for him today

He just wants left alone

So now be it known

That even hip, hep hippies sing the blues.