Crying Poets Blues by John Goodblood Lyrics

Well what's a man to do with his right to live not what by others say?
Should he think he lost his eyesight? A ghost is by the baton rouge bay
I told em "Sorry I got mine, and Honey you got yours today."

It ain't the money or the spotlight or the shine on my shoe
I was there on every dead night. You saw me stand not willing to lose
If you don't think then you just might sing the crying poet's blues

Why don't you tell me about the daytime? I've never seen it before
I was missing on a lost night. Trying to dig a hole in the floor
Should I bleed for all I've done right? It's you who comes to knock on my door

Well it's a dark and rainy evening. The congressman is pouring the booze
His attire is so pleasing, but his eyes tell the tale of a bruise
Well, what a filthy mess that he's in. Sing the crying poet's blues