Texas Blues Cure

I am feeling a bit out of sorts, fuzzy at the edges if you will. I am on the edge of tears and sadness, but I refuse. I have to be strong. So I plan to kick these blues – Texas style. So tonight, for those of you that love and know me, I will be drinking beers in a bar where I can hear and sing along to one, if not all three of the following songs (after the gym, of course) …

So I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin' in the rain. No,
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me, I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name.
(David Alan Coe)

'Cause I've got friends in low places

Where the whiskey drowns

And the beer chases my blues away

And I'll be okay

I'm not big on social graces

Think I'll slip on down to the oasis

Oh, I've got friends in low places
(Garth Brooks)

All my ex's live in Texas,
And Texas is a place I'd dearly love to be.
But all my ex's live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee.

Some folks think I'm hidin',
It's been rumored that I died,
But I'm alive and well in Tennessee.
(George Straight)

If this fails, I know of a blues joint, and I am not opposed to shooting something a bit harder. Then I can rock myself to sleep with Led Zeppelin and Tom Petty.