Clyde plays electric bass   Plays it with finesse and grace   Sit on the porch without no shoes   A-picking the bass and singing the blues   Misery loves company   And his old dog sings harmony   Tambourine tied to his tail   You can hear him moan, you can hear him wail   Jody may, she got a dollar   Down the road you can hear her holler   "get up clyde, we got something to do   That old dog can sing the blues"   He don't move, he don't flinch   Clyde, he don't move an inch   Just sit on the porch without no shoes   Picking his bass and singing the blues