Trombone Willie (Good Friday Blues) or The Divine Comedy, Mardi Gras Big Easy Blues By Charlie Travis (GARAGE) Walking with my jelly-roll down the poor side of these tracks, Only got this old trombone but she still loves me back, But her daddy’s getting her married to a silk suit with diamond rings, I ain’t no silver spoon, I can’t afford those things. Trombone Willie’s got the blues . . . Trombone Willie’s got the blues . . . Trombone Willie’s got the blues . . . She kissed me goodbye, outside the Five & Dime, Slipped me a stolen .45, told me just to bide my time, Tears in her eyes in the rains of New Orleans, And if you feel your love’s in vain, life ain’t worth a hill ‘o beans. Trombone Willie’s got the blues . . . (3x) Trombone Willie’s got the blues . . . Trombone Willie’s got the blues . . . Walking to her wedding in my daddy’s shoes, And with that stolen .45 I crouched behind the pew, Preacher said stand up son, or forever hold your peace, So I stood right up, and I shot them down and fell upon my knees. Tears in my eyes in the rains of New Orleans, And if you feel your love’s in vain, life ain’t worth a hill ‘o beans. Trombone Willie’s going down . . . Trombone Willie’s going down . . . Big Muddy flows by the state penitentiary Sitting on execution line where Jesus has forgiven me Soon they’ll shave my head and when they strap me to that chair Going to ride the lightning to Paradise, going to meet my baby there Tears in my eyes in the rains of New Orleans, And if you feel your love’s in vain, life ain’t worth a hill ‘o beans. Jazz parade serenade me to my lonely tomb, Think of me in April when the pretty flowers bloom, Doing time in Purgatory for the sins in my soul, Every Good Friday on Paradise Hill, I kiss my jelly roll. Trombone Willie’s lost his blues . . . Trombone Willie’s lost his blues . . . Trombone Willie’s lost his blues . . .

Charlie Bartlett Travis is a songwriter / musician based in Arlington, Texas and Dublin, Ireland.