Having fun with BIAB.
A phrase by fellow user was generously given to me to fool around with, so it inspired me to write this song sketch. It is about a hard day of work of city janitor.

Skin Of A Snow Tire


572:Bass, Electric,Blues BB Ev 085
1346: Guitar, Slide, Soloist Blues Sw 165
ReaDrums BluesRockFunky 16th
2677: Guitar Acoustic, Rhytm BluesStraightBrent Ev 085
2431: Piano Acoustic, Rhytm NewOrleansMardiGrasKevin Ev 16 085
377:Guitar, Resonator, Background Trav Ev 088

Morning comes early, too early to liking,
drinking my coffee chewing my muffin
Subway depression, metallic announcements.
Riders as robots, like gloomy accountants
But I aint care, too soon to retire,
I got bullet proof skin of snow tire


Shuffling workers, going to meetings
Cubicles dusty, I hear no greetings.
Broom and a bucking my only two fellows,
Its time to get busy and grease up my elbows.
There's is trouble in toilet for me to admire
But I just don't care, got skin of snow tire.


Time for hot cocoa, mood gently sliding
Hard working day spirally winding .
Soft lazy pillows are calling from bedroom
Their sweet angel voices I hear in my head now.
floor under feet feels like spring quagmire,
Hanging on coat rack my skin of a snow tire.