The Three Digit Blues

An blues ode to the Texas heat

The Three Digit Blues

When the sky is bright and brassy
without a whisper of a breeze,
the heat index is brutal,
it makes the sweat break on your knees;
it's too hot to walk around outside:
a hundred-three degrees.
You've got the three-digit blues
when the weather is news:
you got the three digit blues.

The air conditioner's moanin'
even when the sun goes down;
get in your car - you're groanin'
as you ease your backside 'round;
swimming pools are overflowing,
playgrounds empty all over town.
Well, that's the three digit blues;
the weather is news:
you've got the three-digit blues.

You're hiding from the sun
and so your blinds are shut up tight;
the heat just slaps your face
if you go out before twilight;
and it's not only vampires now
who live their lives at night.
But that's the three digit blues;
the weather is news:
and we got the three digit blues
all right.



Sarah Unsworth MacMillan
July 2009