Good Morning Blues
Words and Music by John Wolfe Compton 

Good morning blues
You’ll soon be chased, away
I see the sun
Here to start, the day

I know the night
We’ve become good friends
The days twilight 
And I have made amends

I know the day’s
Rainy skies
We’ve see it through 
All your goodbyes 

Good Morning blues 
What do you have for me?
Your bluebird flys
Such a sight to see

I know why and 
What to do 
No more blues, 
I'm walking through
Just sunny skies
No more goodbyes
Give a happy sigh
It’s time to fly

Good Morning Blues

Join me on a mellow, voyeuristic journey. This is a guilty pleasure that some artists get to experience - watching a person react to their art. It helps if they appear to like it, but that's not always the case. As Wynton Marsalis said, "Music is always for listeners, but first listener is always the player."

My Song

On the Radio

Cold Gold

24 hours a day, 
seven days a week 
The taco shop is always open 
and that can’t be beat

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Two chicken tacos, a little piece of heaven 
Hit up my local shop, by the 7-11
Carne asada, pollo and carnitas
Wash it all down, with Cadillac margaritas

Habanero quesadilla, I wouldn’t want to be yo
Your stomach can’t handle, stick to the tapatio
I’m taco shop rich, I got the extra guac
You’re sweet, but can’t compete with the churros I got

Taco Shop

Nachos piled high, extra-super supreme
Grilled chicken topped off with, guac and sour cream
Mix the french fries, with the carne asada
Now you gotta go buy, an extra-large horchata

Picking up burritos, like a bandito 
Not too spicy, Yo soy just a gringo
It’s no shocker, I might need a doctor 
I eating my way, from OB to Oaxaca

Taco Shop

Eating al pastor, she asked me, “What for?”, 
I passed her eyes, like I was Louis Pasteur 
I said, “I’ll chill for a while, but you’re in denial,
You could never bite, my Taco Shop style”

California burrito and make those fries crispy
Never try another it’s just too risky
Dos chelas frío, with a nice big meal 
Put your hands in the air if you know how I feel!

Shelter In Place

The Taco Shop

On My Way

Workin’ Man
Words and Music by John Wolfe Compton

I make the changes and I make them fast
I guess something inside of me just loves a task
My idle hands, beg for commands
Left alone, they’re filled with bottles and cans

I’m just like everybody else, Trying to put in my time
Trying to give a damn, I’m just a workin’ man

I seek out strangers, and offer my time for a fee
And just to prove I can work, the first one is free
No job too small, no speciality
I can be,  whoever you need me to be

I’m just like everybody else, Trying to put in my time
Trying to give a damn, I’m just a workin’ man

But there is a moment, when the sun’s last rays hit the sky
Though I’m weary and I’m aching, I breath a gentle sigh
Standing inside the stillness I see, order where there was none, 
And admire the truth and satisfaction, of a job well done

Working away, one hour at a time
Always thinking of the future, always one hour behind
Call me up, I can Do the job for you
And if I do your job well, Perhaps next time you’ll give me two 

I’m just like everybody else, Trying to put in my time
Trying to give a damn, I’m just a workin’ man

I’m just a workin’ man
I’m just a workin’ man 
I’m just a workin’ man

Workin' Man

Sand In My Shoes
Words and Music by John Wolfe Compton

Well I, I’m going to California
I’m going to put some sand in my shoes
I said, I’m going to California
I’m going to put some sand in my shoes
I’m going to fill them up so deep, 
I just might lose these walking blues

I’m going to Louisiana 
Going to put it all on black
I said, I’m going to Louisiana
Going to put it all on black
It don’t matter if keep a thing
‘Cause you know I ain’t never coming back

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Released November 23, 2020
John Wolfe Compton, electric guitar, bass, vocals, production 
Eric Yacula on the drums and tambourine

Sand In My Shoes

Sketches

Ride West

San Diego based producer/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist John Wolfe Compton (me) blends folk, country, blues and rock into a comfortable musical blanket, worth wrapping yourself in, on a cool, autumnal evening. I would also include a warm beverage or craft brew. Frankie Dog (or Frankie Florencia Compton) came into our lives when my wife and I adopted her in the spring of 2019. She was just a tiny pup and seemed really confused at that moment. I soon found myself walking with Frankie and singing short verses about her quirks, adventures, or just how much she meant to us. Those tidbits soon became full songs, which I promptly recorded - mostly to impress my 7 year old nieces, as they were also mildly infatuated with Frankie. 'These are the Songs that Frankie Knows' was soon released, and after forced listening it received positive reviews from family and friends. I don't think anyone else has heard it, except for maybe you. And if you have read this far then you have read further than just about anybody but me, and that makes us nearly great friends. Anyway, it seems other people have dogs and stinky dogs, and also love their dogs, etc. so if you have a dog or love dogs or just like songs about dogs, please enjoy!

Good Morning Blues

John Wolfe Compton

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