Happy Shack: part 7

 The next installment! If you need to read them all, click the Happy Shack label at the bottom of the post.
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We picked our way back through the dreck and rivulets of decomp juice, me stealing glances, her strangely quiet. I’d been hoping to kiss her goodbye at the Happy Shack, but now it didn’t seem right.

Tucson Blues

Woke up this mornin’ got them Tucson Blues.
Woke up this mornin’ got them Tucson Blues.
The sun ain’t risin, and it’s already 82.

Swamp cooler’s silent mama. Couldn’t pay your ‘lectric bill.
Swamp cooler’s quiet. Couldn’t pay your ‘lectric bill.
Yeah the city’s gettin’ hotter and the border hotter still.

Woke up this mornin’ got them Border Patrol Blues.
Woke up this mornin’ got them Border Patrol Blues.
Yeah, they say sticks and stones will hurt ya. That ain’t nothin’ to what a bullet can do.

Woke up this mornin’ got them Tucson Blues.
Woke up this mornin’ got them Tucson Blues.
The sun is a risin’  and it’s already 92.

Well I’m going to the desert. Baby, do you wanna come?
Said I’m going to the desert. Baby, do you wanna come?
Well there’s so much shit in Arizona, baby your bound to step in some.

If you wake up in Mexico, and you got them walkin’ blues.
Just head for the border and bring your runnin’ shoes.
Cause the coyotes are hungry, and the minute men are too.

Woke up this mornin’ got them Tucson Blues.
Woke up this mornin’ got them Tucson Blues.
The sun is up now’  and it’s already 102.