The song I sent in was crafted under great duress and hardship as I haven't sat down to write one for a couple years and Amos was after me for an original and the original "Traditional" submissions turned out to be owned by young entrepreneurs who scarf up all the old blues songs for personal gain.

It was recorded while sitting in this very chair using an Elvis mic laid in a cigar box with the lid set precisely at a 45 degree angle to capture the Fender 2x12 Blues Deville amplified tones of my trusty old telecaster. The beautiful vocals have been preserved using a Shure 57 which was carefully taped to a box of Christmas Lites to elevate it closer to my head, since my boom stand has evidently been permanently borrowed. The recording device is a cassette tape deck, whose only redeeming features are two mic inputs instead of the usual none. It also has a Dolby noise reduction button but I don't think it was activated since the song is mostly comprised of noise.

As for the song...I've been hanging around the new Chatroom lately and risking life and limb to climb in the cyber jacuzzi with the resident Sirens who make that their lair and used that for inspiration. This one goes out to Mz.Sorchy, Liz, Lyrical Lady, Noreen, catsPHiddle, and all the rest of you luscious babes in the MudCat hot tub. The Moet's on me!

"EXHIBIT B"

TWEED'S MUDCATWIMMEN BLUES

My woman is so mean, she won't talk to me today,
My woman is so mean, she won't talk to me today
I'll find a Mudcat Woman,
Just to while my time away.

O...don't you hear her when she moans?
O...don't you hear her when she moans?
When I'm out on this machine
She can't use her telephone.

The clock is straight up Midnight, and the bell begins to toll.
The clock is straight up Midnight and the bell begins to toll.
I sit at this old computer
Lookin' for someplace to go.

The letters on my keyboard is worn and fadin' fast.
The letters on my keyboard is worn and fadin' fast.
I strike 'em most ferocious....
I can tap 'em pretty fast.

My traffic ain't so heavy, I can't say the reason why.
My traffic ain't so heavy, I can't tell the reason why.
I think I'll check into the Mudcat,
Just to see what I can find.

My woman is so mad, she won't talk to me today,
My woman is so mad, she won't talk to me today
I'll find a Mudcat Woman,
Just to while my time away.