Silence Plead

[Instrumental Guitar Intro] [Verse 1] Well, listen up folks, gather 'round the fire, I'm Howling Joe, just a bluesman for hire. In this ol' town, there's a plague, you see, A nuisance buzzin' 'round, won't let us be. [Chorus] There's a wailin' man with his Ape Car loud, Sharpenin' knives, fixin' kitchens, oh how proud! Disturbin' the peace on a weekend's eve, Annoyin' us all, can't hardly believe. [Verse 2] I work all week, earnin' my dime, Longin' for rest in this troubled time. But here comes trouble, rollin' down the street, That racket's like thunder, can't get no sleep. [Sad Trombone] Ohhhhhhh please, ohhhhhhh please, listen to my plea [Instrumental Piano Solo] [Bridge] I've howled at the moon, begged for some peace, But that Grinder's growl, it just won't cease. Oh, how I wish for a quiet night's slumber, But that wailin' man's voice, it tears like thunder. But that wailin' man's voice, it tears like thunder. [Verse 3] So here's my tale of woe, sung with a sigh, Howling Joe, beneath this midnight sky. If you see the Arrotino, tell him from me, Quit his racket, let us be free. [Chorus] There's a wailin' man with his Ape Car loud, Sharpenin' knives, fixin' kitchens, oh how proud! Disturbin' the peace on a weekend's eve, Annoyin' us all, can't hardly believe. Disturbin' the peace on a weekend's eve, Annoyin' us all, can't hardly believe [Outro] So here I am, with my bluesy plea, Howling Joe, won't you set us free? From that wailin' man and his noisy spree, Oh, Lord have mercy, hear my plea. [Sad Trombone] Ohhhhhhh please, ohhhhhhh please, listen to my plea