Mr. Watson, Mr. Rashto...
This song,
Blue on You, is so bluesy, it made me feel woozy (yeah, I'm corny, but then, my last name
is Cobb -- jes' kiddin'!)

. The Real Style's got so much bump, swagger, and grit, that it made a bottle of moonshine jump off my pantry shelf onto the floor and dance a nasty, dragged-out, slow-grindin' shuffle with an ol' one-eyed alley cat named Mizz Mia Ow. Damn, but there's gonna be a hot time in the old place to-
night, you sinners

!!!
Gentlemen, you nailed it, musically and lyrically. However, I think that if the woman in blue looked as good as you described, you sure should'a jumped in that black, moon-lit water and saved her so you two could "make up and just get along", ha, ha

!!!
Brushing the sawdust off my shirt and pants,
- bluage -