CHORUS: There were Blue skies, small clouds and pain In the world slowly growing insane Rock and roll on my radio and scattered rain Ticking time slowly fades away Did a demolition today put the refuge in my pick up truck Took it round to the dumpster behind my shop but the neighborhood done filled it up So I packed it tight with the smaller stuff At the top was a Box with high heel shoes All tainted and tattered up I'm sure they belong to Nickey Bush I recognized a pair velvet blue Six inch with studs I saw her just last week walking up-and-down the block She was looking frazzled rough But she was out there doing her thing Smiling and shaking her butt The best she could on that Sunny day Some of her last moments on the clock CHORUS: There were Blue skies, small clouds and pain In the world slowly growing insane Rock and roll on my radio and scattered rain Ticking time slowly fades away
