Blues For Tubby Lyrics

11/7/40 was an ordinary morning

November the 7th was no ordinary day

A grey and breezy sky blowing above the Puget sound

Up and down and side to side, a bridge across was twisting in the wind

Riding to the bridge in my 1930 Studebaker

Tubby riding in the back to keep me company

The floor began a tilting and the whole world started shaking

Stepped out of the car, fell on my face against the road

The sound of cracking concrete, I am crawling on my belly

My hands are scraped, my knees are bleeding, I can't take too much more

Finally up on the highland, this is my salvation

Looking on the bridge, that dog is still inside the car

Tubby, we can't stay here

Tubby, let's go home

I thank my lord and savior with my feet on solid ground

As the rhythm of my heartbeat slowly comes under control

Never in my life have I been this afraid of dying

The Tacoma Narrows bridge becomes a story now to tell

42 miles an hour doesn't sound so fast

But 42's enough to bring the whole thing down at last

With heavy heart I walk away aware that I am bound

To tell my girls that Tubby's at the bottom of the sound

Tubby, I tried to save him

But Tubby he wouldn't come

Tubby, now I sing the blues for Tubby

Tubby's never coming home

Never coming home

Mr. Mosieff was a man who left his mark upon the nation

A span of many miles could be so beautiful and strong

But failure has a way of taking us so unexpected

The best laid plans of mice and men so often go awry

42 miles an hour doesn't sound so fast

But 42's enough to bring the whole thing down at last

I thank my lord and savior with my feet on solid ground

And now I have to tell my girls that Tubby's at the bottom of the sound