Country-blues guitar noodle gone mental, written one bleary Mission morning just prior to brunch and mimosas. The form and structure took on a life of their own. The refrain was a conscious outward reflection of a then-current relationship, and the narrative was built around a fictional travelogue together through my old family stomping grounds. The song was received by its main antagonist with good humor (and a touch of self-aware flattery). Nonetheless, the relationship ended in shambles shortly thereafter.
lyrics
LOOK WHAT SHE DONE TO ME
I met her ramblin’ down near Natchez
She had a candle and I had matches
And her eyes aflame, she saw through my game
She said she rode in from Alabama
As she was holdin’ a silver hammer
And she crushed my brain when she said my name
Look what she done to me, what she done to me
Look what she done to me, what she done to me
We met a preacher out near Clarksdale
He tried to teach her, Lord, by the cross and nail, but he failed
And when he took us in, they fell into sin,
Look what she done to me, what she done to me
Look what she done to me, what she done to me
When I whispered in her ear my heart was on her shelf,
She looked me in the eye and said, “Boy, I did it for myself!”
We caught the last train to Atlanta
She gave me more pain, Lord, than I could handle.
And when she kissed my face as we parted ways, I said:
Look what she done to me, what she done to me
Look what she done to me, what she done to me
When I whispered in her ear my heart was on her shelf,
She looked me in the eye, she said now, “Boy, I did it for myself!”
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