Released: May 2015 (Copyright © 2015 Primo-Sol, Music/Lyrics: G. Senger [BMI])
Produced by: Primo Sol
P. Sol – guitar, bass, keyboard, vocals; S. Schoen – vocals; M. Saidi – drums
Purchase: CD Baby
This is the first original release under Primo Sol. Butch’s Place is a bluesy, rock ballad about a humble, ramshackle roadhouse where the music lives. Inspired by “Butch’s Place,” which was discovered on a journey to the south in a more innocent age sometime ago and had never been recorded for various reasons. I finally found the time to arrange and perform it the way I always heard it in my head. The song also features Sarah Schoen on the female, lead vocal part.
Butch’s Place
There’s a little run down shack
On down the road
Where the white folk come
And the black folk go
An old man sittin’
On the porch
Singin’ the blues
And playin’ the harp
Walk up the steps
And thru the door
Sit on down
Don’t worry no more
There’s a hole in the roof
Where the rain gets in
The old man sits there
And sips his gin
There’s a dog in the yard
The grass is brown
The blues are playin’
From all around
The old man sits there
And smiles at me
He sings a tune
Then laughs and leaves
I walk on in
Step thru the door
Move on thru
The rabble and roar
Walk on up
To the stage
Sit on back
As I drink gaze
No more TV
Or radio
Your politics and troubles
Are far below
Come on down
And sing the blues
Sing the blues
Sing the blues
At Butch’s Place
Come on down
No time to waste
Sing the blues
At Butch’s Place
Walk on in
They’ll make some space
It’s Butch’s Place
– Solo –
Sing the blues
At Butch’s Place
Come on down
No time to waste
Sing the blues
At Butch’s Place
Walk on in
They’ll make some space
It’s Butch’s Place
I get on up
And leave the floor
Walk on out
Out the door
The sun is shining
The morning dawn
Back to life
And things unknown
If you’re in the South
On Route 13
Look for the shack
With the broken screen
There’s a sign on top
That says Butch’s Place
Come on down
They’ll make some space
No more TV
Or radio
Your politics and troubles
Are far below
Come on down
And sing the blues
Sing the blues
Sing the blues
At Butch’s Place
Come on down
No time to waste
Sing the blues
At Butch’s Place
Walk on in
They’ll make some space
It’s Butch’s Place
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