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Woke up this mornin’, stepped on my own guitar
Yeah, woke up this mornin’, stepped on my own guitar
My baby left a note, said “You’s a little bizarre”
She wrote “Peace, death” on the coffee cup, then “Peace door ball” in the hall
Lord, I don’t know what that means, but it’s nailed to the wall
She whispered “Chop is dish” — now my dog won’t even call
Yeah, Peace, death, I’m losin’ my mind
Peace door ball — wrong knob, wrong kind
And that Chop is dish that I can’t rewind
Lord, the blues got a fork, but my supper’s behind
I went to the kitchen, microwave won’t confess
Said I went to the kitchen, microwave won’t confess
Found a plate full of riddles and a whole lotta mess
She wrote “Peace, death” on a frozen pizza box, then “Peace door ball” on a broom
I tripped on the lyric, now I’m singin’ the tune
She said “Chop is dish” — now my heart’s in a tomb
Yeah, Peace, death, I’m sweatin’ the rhyme
Peace door ball — wrong place, wrong time
And that Chop is dish that ain’t worth a dime
Lord, the blues ain’t a puzzle, but I’m doin’ the crime
“Honey, what does ‘chop is dish’ even mean?”
Yeah. Peace, death. I’ll just wash the plate myself
