Tea Bag Blues

Well, it's awful cold outside
I'm cold at home tonight
Walkin' up an' down by my poor self
God you know this just ain't right
Gonna boil myself a tea bag
Gonna boil myself a tea bag
And if you moze over my way
I will boil you off a tea bag, too

Well I've come from Oklahoma
Where the dust and gravel blow
I've got gals with booseleg rotgut
But man I never did learn to know
Just how to boil me off a tea bag
How to simmer up a tea bag
And if you'll ease over my way
I will boil you off a tea bag, too

I rode the trains and the busses
I rode the roads I rose the blinds
Hit every kind of bag and satchel
I used every bait I could find
Never did think about no tea bag
Never did see no tea bag
But if you'll ooze over closer
Yes, I'll boil you off a tea bag, too

I've used beer, and wine, and coffee
Buttermilk, sodie, and rum
And I've rolled them every color
Seen them go before they come
Learnin' how to use a tea bag
How to dip a tea bag
Babe, if you'll sneak over my way
I'm gonna strain your little tea bag, too

Learnin' how to dip my tea bag
How to soak up my tea bag
And I'm up north in New York City
Singin' my lonesome tea bag blues