Nothin’ don’t tell the blues like bad grammar. Now I ain’t gonna say that no one don’t know like me, ‘cause they do. Don’t they? If it ain’t gonna do you no good, it’s the blues. Didn’t John Lee tell us right. My baby she gone, she been gone two night I ain’t seen my baby since night before last One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer Damn it won’t ‘ya, I ain’t believin’ my eyes. Who don’t need articles ‘n prepositions ‘n spellin’. John Lee didn’t. Didn’t need no plurals too. They gon’ take you right down By the riverside Now four is goin’ down Ain’t but three comin’ back
Nothin’ But Blue Grammar
