Deep Pressin' Blues Poem by Kevin Scanlon

It's checkout time
Time to pack up and leave
Leave behind this seedy motel of life
'Cos life's upped its prices once too often
And I can't afford to stay in single occupancy
Woe is me-
Even my calls for help weren't free.

I got them deep pressin' blues
Deeper than a bottomless pit
That thing I hear clawin' at the sides
Is my own soul fallin' down in it.

It's checkout time
Time to dig up my gun
I left it under Gideon's Bible
No God can blow away these blues
Like Smith and Wesson can
And I'm all dressed down
And I don't care where I go
But I'm sure gonna miss my cable T.V.

I got them deep pressin' blues
Deeper than a bottomless pit
That thing I hear clawin' at the sides
Is my own soul fallin' down in it.

It's checkout time
Time to pull the trigger
I can already hear ‘em cryin' and lyin'
Over my fine pine coffin
Single cemetery occupancy is one payment for all time
And I ain't payin'
So there I'll be stayin.'

I got them deep pressin' blues
Deeper than a bottomless pit
That thing I hear clawin' at the sides
Is my own soul fallin' down in it.