Shopping List Blues [NDC TBT]

[Intro – twangy guitar picking, harmonica whining softly] “Well… guess it’s time to hit the store again…” ⸻ [Verse 1 – steady country strum, female vocals warm but tired] sheap beer in my basket, noodles late at night, Cigarettes I shouldn’t, but I just might. A notebook full of lyrics, strings about to snap, Stage paint in red lipstick, toss it in the bag. ⸻ [Chorus – big, twangy, almost gospel harmony] It’s my shopping list blues, What a mess I choose. From bandages to chocolate bars, To fix my broken shoes. Yeah, it ain’t no fancy living, But it gets me through— This old rockstar heart, And the shopping list blues. ⸻ [Verse 2 – fiddle joins, playful rhythm] Vinyl cleaner shining, for the songs I spin, Batteries keep dying, gotta buy again. Painkillers for the mornings, water sparkling bright, Chocolate’s my salvation on them lonesome nights. ⸻ [Chorus – band kicks in stronger, stomping beat] It’s my shopping list blues, All the things I use. From red lipstick to coffee cans, A life I didn’t choose. It ain’t no golden mansion, Just a busted pair of shoes— But I keep on singing, Through these shopping list blues. ⸻ [Outro – guitar + harmonica fade, Marlow spoken, chuckling] “Alright, guess that’ll do… til next week.”