Don’t Be Blue.

"Don't Be Blue" from the Last Words CD co-written by Rachel Gibson, Jon Ives & Fish Fisher (Michael). Performed by the Pea Pickin' Hearts, © 2015. Recorded at Sound Biscuit Productions.

words & music by Rachel Gibson, Jon Ives & Fish Fisher (Michael), © 2015
acoustic guitar:  Epiphone EJ-200CE Super Jumbo played by Jon Ives
electric upright bass:  Takamine TB10 Legacy Series Fretless Acoustic played by Jon Ives

percussion:  LP Cajon drum box & Zildjian high hat played by Jon Ives
produced by:  Jon Ives & Dave Maggard
recorded at:  Sound Biscuit Productions (Sevierville, TN)

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Last Words by the Pea Pickin' Hearts was recorded at Sound Biscuit Productions!LYRICS:

Federal, royal or soft Alice blue
Lying on the shore beneath the sky–no shoes
String tied to my toe, cutoffs of blue
Using scraps for bait, line dropped low–in pursuit
Here little blue crab, we’re waiting for you.
The end of the string holds a treat just for you.
I’ll sing you a song, written anew
While sitting in sand just thinking of your hue

The color of you, of eyes so true
And baby bundles of little boys new
The color of you, of water so clear
And the sky above, come closer dear
The color of you, we want to see
Come up from the deep. Have dinner with me.
You’re blue of hue, but don’t despair.
Dinner is more of a red tie affair.
Dinner is more of a red tie affair.

Federal, royal or soft Alice blue
We remain on shore beneath the sky, no shoes
String tied to each toe, patience is tested
Sunburn has set in. Your presence is requested.
Here little blue crab, here we still wait.
The table has been set. Now we just need a date.
I’ll sing you a tune, written before
While sitting in sand from the quiet east shore

The color of you, of eyes so true
And baby bundles of little boys new
The color of you, of water so clear
And the sky above, come closer dear
The color of you, we want to see
Come up from the deep. Have dinner with me.
You’re blue of hue, but don’t despair.
Dinner is more of a red tie affair.
Dinner is more of a red tie affair.

Federal, royal or soft Alice blue
We bake on shore beneath the sky, no shoes
Strings have been cut. We’ll wait no more.
Skin gettin’ blistered while you laugh from the shore
There little blue crab, we can-not wait.
Tonight for dinner, I guess we’ll eat steak

So sing me a song, written in lieu
My little blue crab from your point of view
Don’t be blue…
Don’t be blue…
Don’t be blue…

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