The Book of Blues, Words and Music by Larry Bell

There’s a cold wind blowin’
There’s a cold wind blowin’ through my bones.
There’s a cold wind blowin’ through my bones.
I am so tired of workin’ and keepin’ up with Mister Jones

There’s a cold wind blow-in’ from the right.
There’s a cold wind blow-in’ from the right.
I am so tired of hear-in’ the ignorant voices in the night.

There’s a girl who hung me out to dry.
There’s a girl who hung me out to dry.
If I face more frustration,
I think I’ll break down and cry.

There’s a cold wind blowin’ from the south.
There’s a cold wind blowin’ from the south.
I can’t bear to stay here while you go on running your mouth.

It was (is) a good life to be a slave
Workin’ in the field singin’ songs of joy,
Be-in’ treated real nice by the man
It’s a story I was told when I was a boy,
I never thought I’d hear it again.

It was a good life to be a slave.
Yes, it was a good life to be a slave.
That’s what people say.

Work-in’ for a-job at the minimum wage,
Try-to keep the prices cheap.
Don’t need no un-ion mixin’ it all up,
I’m glad to have a job I can keep.
It is a good life to be a slave.
Yes, it is a good life to be a slave. That’s what people say.

Some people don’t know,
If you get out of line, you’re gonna test the Master’s nerve
You’ll hang by the neck,
For an-y mis-take,
You’re only gettin’ what you de-serve.

Got a place to sleep eatin’ high on the hog,
Every body actin’ so nice.
What more could I want out of this life?
Is it such a sacrifice?

It was a good life to be a slave.
Yes, it was a good life to be a slave. It is a good life-
It was a good life-
It is a good life to be a slave.
That’s what people say.

He wears his money on his sleeve
There’s a man I know from my home town.
He tries to get out, he tries to be free,
but he wears his money (oh-yeah), he wears his money on his sleeve.

There’s a woman I know from my home town.
She tries to have faith, she tries to believe,
but she wears her money (oh yeah), she wears her money on her sleeve.

Why can’t we all get along?
Why can’t we all get along?
Why can’t we all get along?
Be a big man, son, admit when you were wrong.

He is prayin’ all day,
He is pray-in’ all night.
He will try to be cool, stay out of the fight.

Why did they nail him to the cross?
Why did they nail him to the cross?
Suck it up young man and don’t talk back to the boss.

When his time has come, you will know who to blame,
He’ll be kick-in’ ass and take-in’ names.

This man died for you.
This man died for you.
If you don’t love Him, you know what you can do!