HUEY P LONG BRIDGE BLUES

HUEY P LONG BRIDGE BLUES

When I leave for work, I get on the road and cruise.

Then to get across the river, there is a bridge to choose.

One is a little closer and I have a dollar I don't want to use.

So twice a day five days a week I'm singing The Huey P Long Bridge Blues.

They're widening the bridge to make it less scary to cross, I'm sure you know what I mean.

Well things are a mess as I'm sure you might guess and it won’t be done until 2013.

Well that's the way it is, so for the next four years I'll be paying my dues,

Sitting in traffic backed up to the nine-mile point, singing The Huey P Long Bridge Blues.

One side goes east and the other side goes west and a train goes down the middle.

When you're sitting in traffic moving an inch at a time, the bridge shakes more than a little.

I can see the ramp as I make the circle; the cars are lined up in two's.

Thinking about the trip across that's coming, I'm singing The Huey P Long Bridge Blues.

Approaching this bridge I know there are people with their fears.

As the traffic begins to come to a stop the trucks are down-shifting their gears.

Up the ramp you have two lanes to choose, but as you get higher the left lane you will lose.

The trucks are in the middle taking up both lanes, I'm singing The Huey P Long Bridge Blues.

I stayed in the left lane, trying to get up as far as I can before merging to the right.

Someone pulled alongside of me blowing his horn like he was crazy; it gave me such a fright.

This guy was angry about something and I wasn't sure what I should do,

So I kept on going while singing The Huey P Long Bridge Blues.

He kept blowing his horn, spit was flying, and his hair was standing on end; I felt under the gun.

I could read his lips, he held up one finger and said, there's not two lanes here only one.

So I held up one finger and pointed to my eyes and then the road, and said, I see two lanes to use.

As he was fussing I pulled in front of him and told him to sing The Huey P Long Bridge Blues.

You get over the top and you get two lanes again and I'm sure you haven't made any friends.

The trucks are still hogging the road because the fear of this bridge never ends.

The good thing is after you get off this bridge you'll have three lanes to choose.

And until your next trip across, you won't have to sing The Huey P Long Bridge Blues.

STANLEY HENDRIX

10/27/09

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