Working the Convention Blues

[billroper]

Suffice it to say that I've worked a lot more conventions now than I had then. And the hotels are still standing.

Mostly. And the ones that aren't, you can't pin on me.

Words: Bill Roper
Music: “Working at the Car Wash Blues”, Jim Croce
Copyright 1980

Working the Convention Blues

Well, I was in a state of complete exhaustion
From my eight hour drive to the con.
The hotel told me that my reservation
Had completely gotten up and gone.
The concom said, “Now we’ve got crash space
Because you look like a man we can use.”
Now I’ve got those steadily depressing, low down, mind messing,
Working the convention blues.


You know I should be sitting around and talking
And drinking on a glass of beer.
Walking round the art show looking at the pictures
Saying, “Hey, I’ll put a little bid down here.”
Instead I’m stuck here hauling round ice cubes in a bag
And sneaking in the soda and booze
With those steadily depressing, low down, mind messing,
Working the convention blues.

You know that normally I would be
Filking and playing guitar.
But although it is late, I guess I’ll just have to wait,
Because they need some more ice for the bar.

Well, the hotel got me in this fix
And they’re the one who’s gonna pay.
After the con has closed up and gone
They’ll be in trouble on the very next day,
Because a little explosion will cause quite a commotion
And maybe make the six o’clock news.
Cause I’ve got those steadily depressing, low down, mind messing,
Working the convention blues.