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Bad News
A tribute to the songwriting genius Hoagy Carmichael and the other writers of his era responsible for some of the most beautiful melodies ever heard. And a bluesy ode to telephone anxiety!
AM - vocals, guitar
Ralph Gordon - bass
Robbie Magruder – drums
Words & music A. McKnight, ©1999 Catalooch Music, BMI
Verse 1
Telephone rings, pulse picks up the beat,
got no explanation for, my rising body heat
guess I'm, expecting bad news
Verse 2
My least favorite words, are "we gotta talk"
they're usually followed by, a long and lonesome walk
cause' I'm, expecting bad news
Bridge
When the mailman comes, let the dog run loose,
I won't shoot the messenger but, delivery refused
call me irrational, but I won't lie to you
cause' I'm, expecting bad news
Solo (over bridge)
Verse 3
If you've got issues, I don't want to know
here's some advice for you, just pack them up and go
you can keep those letters coming, call me if you choose
but keep your secrets, if you're bearing, bad news,
I just, can't take no more bad, news
