Matt Minglewood East Coast Blues
The wheels on this old bus keep right on turning
On the highway across New Brunswick now they're burning
And if we don't break down this time
We'll hit the border at just about nine
Cross the state of Maine to the border again we go
We've got a rockin' blues band trying the best that we can to please you
Heading off to the big city trying to find somebody who needs us
And if the man will just say you on
These poor boys are gonna be just about gone
Never gonna have the East Coast Blues again
Rambling, gambling, searching
Trying to find the right chord blues
We hit the 401 past Montreal
When I get to Toronto, I swear that I might have myself a ball
But this old engine been holdin' on
Just about a thousand miles too long
How can we roll if the wheels won't go no more
A rented truck might change our luck, so we got one
Six in the front seat, driving down Younge Street laughing
But when the man came to hear our songs
He said "I'm sorry boys but you're comin' on way to strong
We can't get it on the radio"
Rambling, gambling, searching
Trying to find the right chord blues
We're a rockin' blues band trying the best we can to please you
We're heading off to the big city trying to find a man to see us
But when the man came to hear our songs
He said, "I'm sorry boys you're comin' on way to strong"
He said: "We can't get it on the radio"
Rambling, gambling, searching
Trying to find the right chord blues
