Bluesy Lady

That's the good thing about women, man. Because they sing their fuckin' insides, man.
Women, to be in the music business, give up more than you will ever know. ~ Janis

Love her or hate her but you can't deny her
because deep down you knew she was the
free spirit you secretly wanted to be.
Maybe your mama didn't like her an' your daddy
called her white trash, an' maybe she smoked hash,
but when she took the stage she had a presence
that couldn't be denied.
Maybe you got high an' maybe you didn't
but you grooved right there with her an' you
became her an' she you because Baby, Baby,
when those bluesy notes rose up from her throat
you wanted to jump up on that stage an' bawl
your eyeballs out right there with her.

Love her or hate her but you can't deny her.
When she sang the blues you felt her pain right
down to your pretty pink painted toenails.
An' talk about love, how it catches you on fire
an' turns you inside out, well Janis wrote the
book on love Baby!
Whether that love was Southern Comfort or
Bobby McGee her emotions were out there
for everyone to see with no apologies or
pretenses; writhing and wailing on stage till
you'd take that piece of her heart, that ball
an' chain just to relieve her pain 'cause
she shone brighter than any stars in your sky.

Love her or hate her but you can't deny her.
When she was up there on that stage she was
bigger than life itself.
She made love to that microphone an' her
deep raspy voice reached clear down to your
soul an' you didn't care about her looks or any
bad habits or her sexual preferences.
It only mattered that she sing and keep on singin'
because when you got a little sprinkle of that
sunshine you knew, it didn't get any better
than this.
Love her or hate her but you can't deny her,
no more than she could deny herself!