Bless Your Heart Blues

Title: “Bless Your Heart Blues” (Bluesy Southern Soul Style) Verse 1 Mama said, “Don’t start none, won’t be none,” While she whoopin’ greens in the kitchen, Sunday dress on. I was raised on “A hard head make a soft behind,” And that side-eye look That’ll straighten your whole mind. Grandma hollered, “Close my door, you lettin’ my air out,” Then hit me with a church fan Soon as I got too loud. She said, “Act like you got some home training,” Cause everybody in the neighborhood Know our last name. Pre-Chorus Ooooh… You better fix your face Before somebody fix it for you… Ooooh… Everybody ain’t your friend, Baby that’s the truth. Chorus Bless your heart, child, You out here acting brand new, All hat and no cattle, Thinking folks can’t see through you. Sweating like a sinner in church, Trying to play slick and cool, But down here in the South, baby, We can smell a fool. Verse 2 Church mother whispered, “Baby, I’m saved, don’t play with me,” Then shouted hallelujah Offbeat in key three. Deacon Jones said, “That dog won’t hunt,” Talking big every Sunday But can’t pay for lunch. Mama said, “You got McDonald’s money?” While counting every nickel Cause times wasn’t funny. And when she said, “When we get home…” Lord, the ride got quiet, Didn’t nobody move wrong. Pre-Chorus Ooooh… Don’t let your mouth write checks Your behind can’t cash… Ooooh… What’s done in the dark Always comes back fast. Chorus Bless your heart, child, You out here acting brand new, Hotter than fish grease, With an attitude too. Busier than a one-legged man In a butt-kicking fight, But grandma’s old sayings Still hit right every night. Bridge Ain’t nobody studying you… That’s what old folks say… Stay out grown folks’ business And you might survive the day… Lord willing and the creek don’t rise, We’ll laugh through all this pain, Cause Southern souls and blues guitars Always heal the rain. Final Chorus Bless your heart, baby, You slower than molasses too, Keep smelling yourself And life’ll humble you. From church pews to front porches, These lessons still ring true, Old-school Southern sayings… Singing them blues on you. Outro “Well butter my biscuit…” Grandma laughed low… “Everybody ain’t your friend…” That’s all you need to know.