Clean Me Up

Lyrics: Tim Bluhm
Music: Tim Bluhm

Sung by Tin Bluhm of the Mother Hips with Phil Lesh & Friends at Terrapin Crossroads on 12 May 2016.

This hobo jungle's not the place for us, mama
But it's where we ended up tonight
My steps are unsure, and I need you, mama
You deserve more, and I'll do my best to make it right

They told me long ago to do my daddy's bidding
Work your job and do your loved ones proud
But I stumbled down a trail they never dreamed of
On to a land they never made enough about

So drag that blade across my face now, honey
Clean this drifter up
Tomorrow I'll go scare us up some money
But for now, let's just clean me up

We don't have much, but what we have is whiskey
So tonight let's just grin and tip the cup
As for me, I would be happy to see fifty
But I'm not giving up

This smell of woodsmoke used to make me happy
The empty sky and the freedom of the road
But now it's just another hobo jungle
Old patch of ground and a dirty snow

So drag that blade across my face now, honey
Clean this drifter up
Tomorrow I'll go scare us up some money
But for now, let's just clean me up

So drag that blade across my face now, honey
Clean this drifter up
Tomorrow I'll go scare us up some money
But for now, let's just clean me up
But for now, let's just clean me up
But for now, let's just clean me up

 


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