Dogend Dave he's ok picks up the shit we throw away Cigarette buts, bottles and cans He cashes them in for a couple of pounds He don't care what the people think He don't wash much so he kinda stinks But he smiles like a gentleman And…

God pity the poor sailer out in a night like this

Not to offend any Episcopalians or maiden librarians but this one is a little starched shirt feeling, but it holds a good thought

The odd chord I use is a D diminished 7th.

I started this song 35 years ago and finished it last year.

Jip and JB in the Jipster studio, sitting down with guitars and a few beers, and many laughs. It was almost abandoned at one point, but we pressed on. Here's the result. I don't think the mouse has a name.

I think this was the first Blues I wrote, about 5 years ago.Changed the tempo & got my mate Dave to play harmonica on it. Thanks Dave.Listening to the old version, couldn't remember what I played so had to revamp it, old age!!! DOH !!!!!