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(Deb E. Dee)
words and music by Deb E. Dee

This is one of the two songs deleted from the second release of Deborah Marie Doolan and Chief Rock during the remastering process after winning my court case.I told myself at the time that it was because the guitar was out of tune; but of course it's a worthwhile track, and it was the heartbreak of a failed relationship that caused me not to want to include it in the new release, but looking back,those were really not good enough reasons to delete this song, so it's included here.It's a true story , of course, about kicking out my drunken and abusive lover at the end of the Kerrville folk festival.This was the year that Texas state troopers and other police invaded the festival at the invitation of Rod Kennedy, festival director and promoter.It seemed that every third person there had a gun on their hip, and many arrests were brutally made, with people's privacy being invaded and people and whole families being thrown up against cars, handcuffed and taken to jail . I understand there are reasons why the police want to control drug usage. I believe, however, that what an adult puts into his or her body or takes out of it is their business.I also feel that alchohol is the most devastating and dangerous drug around, the hideous effects of white powder drugs and crack notwithstanding. By the way, the charges against the festivalgoers, most of which were marijuana related and bogus, were later thrown out of court.Oh yes, as an aside,there was a banner over the festival gate while all this was going on that said" It can always be this way!" The huge thunderstorm which accompanied these violent episodes was such that I was blown by the wind perpendicular to the pole I was holding on to, and parallel to the ground, and I am a big woman! I play the rhythm guitar,and by overdubbing the organ.Georgina Van Ris plays bass,and Gerald Wilson plays lead guitar and sings harmony vocals, and Gary De Vries is on drums.The reference to 'Butch' in the song is Butch Hancock, who was singing his famous song "If You Were a Bluebird" from the festival stage while all this was happening, and Mornin' Mattie is my good friend Mattie Landrum, also known at the festival as 'The Mayor.' 'Blue Woman' is my tribal name.The man who the song is about was the same man who knocked on my window five years later out of the blue to help get me to court to win the right to publish this CD. -Deb

Well, I left you in Kerrville; I'd a strong need to fly From the drug busts and the rough stuff and the Trouble in mind. As I packed up our shack up me and Butch began to cry 'If you were a Bluebird'- I flew out into the night Through the flowers and the Stars and the Water and stones. As you fall away like thunder, Blanco County grows close, Where the breezes melt the Shadows of the night and They flow To the heart of everafter; I'm Blue Woman, Don't you Know refrain: That I don't care That you are strong; And know the words To every song. I don't care that you're Good lookin' And your wavy red hair long. When you're boozin' You're losin; The love we had was gold, And you're leavin' the only Home a highway man could Know. (instrumental) Well they tell me you've Cast off for ports Here and yon. May your journey find Gladness; May your heart Hear sweet song. Mornin Mattie Just called me To see how I was.Sweet Mattie, I'm bluer Than the blue skies above. I rode bareback Through storms On a nightmare of love And sweet Mattie, I'm bluer than the Blue skies above. refrain: And I don't care... .....(leavin' the only home a highway could know)x2