Ponca City Blues
Ponca City Blues
Rick Hart

Yeah I got them Ponca City blues. There's no place you'd rather be.
You just livin' in the past, and you just won't set it free.
Every time I hold you, baby, I never know if you're holdin' me.

You say you need a little time, 'cause you got to let it run its course.
Well, take another look, 'cause you're sittin' on a runaway horse,
'round that vicious circle, straight into one more divorce.

If I didn't love you, babe, you know I wouldn't try so hard.
I'd of packed up long ago and sent you some kind of get well card.
I've been livin' for the day you live for love in your own back yard.
Come on, babe.

...solo...

Oh, come on, baby, don't you think you might just talk to somebody?
Oh, never mind. You don't want to go.
You don't understand, so what do I know?
I only cry a lot. I got to find a way to stop these

Ponca City blues. There's no place you'd rather be.
Yeah, you keep livin' in the past, and that ain't no place for me.
Guess it's time for me to think about someplace I'd rather be.

Someday, if you wake up, you'll see me in a flash.
You'll say, Who was that guy that used to take out the trash?
No more, babe. That's why I'm leavin' you. Today.
Now for the bad news. Ponca City ain't on my way.

(c)(p) 2000 Rick Hart