Whoops, HERE IT IS!

TALKIN' NOTHIN' BLUES
(from the LP on Riverside--mid 1950's--Chicago Mob Scene)

Well, I looked up the hall to the top of the stair,
I didn't see the man who wasn't there,
There was lots of nothing, nothin' at all
Lots o' nothin' all over the wall,
A predominance of vacancy.

There was a man on the corner, he was standin' around,
He was spreading some nothin' all over the ground,
I heard some passin' people say,
All that nothin's in the way.
There ought to be a law.

I went to the cupboard, the cupboard was bare,
Lots of nothin', nothin' was there,
I turned around and I scratched my face,
So darn much nothin' all over this place,
In my pocket,
In my wallet,
In my icebox.

I figured I'd better lay in a supply,
So I went to the store some nothin' to buy,
In the window I saw a big display,
They've got lots o' nothin' on sale today,
They got pans, bars, jars, crates,
Boxes with no handles,
All vacuum packed.

Salesman said, he said, What'll it be?
Well, I'll take nothin'--nothin' for me,
How do ya want it---big or small,
Short & skinny--fat or tall,
I'll take some with bows on it.
Wrap it up nice, you know, for a gift.

This song was written with nothin' in mind,
Nothin' at all of any kind,
Nothin' at all of any degree,
Aint nothin' in it that I can see.
Nothin',
Nothin',
You know what I'm talkin' about,
Nothin' !




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