THREE BLUE TEARS IN A BUCKET

Three blue tears in a bucket,

A river of tears in the rain,

A tree-house fallin’ in the woods,

A blind dog barkin’ at a train,

A blind dog barkin’ at a train.

A dead man watchin’ soap operas,

A beer bottle moanin’ with the wind,

A girl in black waitin’ at the Amtrack station

Never to be seen again,

Never to be seen again.

Three blue tears in a bucket,

A broken down truck stuck in the weeds,

A world of good intentions versus

A thimbleful of bad dreams, Lord,

A thimbleful of bad dreams.

A bleeding Jesus on the dashboard,

A bath-tub Virgin for a shallow grave,

A rock that’s dripping honey,

A mattress stuffed with money,

A house gone up in flames,

Lord, a house gone up in flames.

Three blue tears in a bucket,

A weathervane creakin’ in a sad grey wind,

A whole closet full of skeletons

And a belly full of gin,

A belly full of gin.

Three blue tears in a bucket,

A river of tears in the rain,

A needle full of white light,

A little “save the baby” to ease the pain.

Three blue tears in a bucket

The Lord won’t take you but you wish he would,

Three blue tears in a bucket

All your cryin’ aint gonna do you no good,

No, your cryin’ aint gonna do you no good,

Your cryin’ aint gonna do you no good,

No, your cryin’ aint gonna do you no good.

-Jason Ryberg, 2004