The Mudd Puddle’s Closed in New Paltz on Tuesday Blues

[E] Been here before, now I’m back again.

Come to do some math with a [E7] New Paltz friend.

Need my

[A] Shot of espresso before the theorems will [E] flow.

Don’t ya know.

[B7] Down to the Mudd Puddle Café I cruise.

There’s a [A] sign on the door and I don’t like the news.

I’ve got the [E] Mudd Puddle’s closed in [B7] New Paltz on Tuesday [E] blues.

[E] Wednesday comes round, I hurry down Main.

Got my

Mudd Puddle coffee, it’s [E7] easin’ my pain.

But in [A] six days time, it will be Tuesday once [E] more.

Makes me sore.

I [B7] look at the ‘Gunks and don’t like the views.

And if [A] you look at me, well you might get abused.

I’ve got the [E] Mudd Puddle’s closed in [B7] New Paltz on Tuesday [E] blues.

[E] It’s Tuesday again and I’m feelin’ low.

Want my

Three-shot latte, but [E7] where should I go?

In this [A] moment of need, could give Starbucks a [E] try.

Rather die!

I could [B7] go to the bakery and wait in their queues.

I could [A] drink drip coffee, but I just refuse.

Oh the [E] Mudd Puddle’s closed on [B7] Tuesday.

[E] Wearin’ sombre [B7] hues-day.

[E] Got a very short [B7] fuse-day.

[E] Michelle and James are havin’ a [B7] snooze-day.

If they’d [E] open, I’d pay my [B7] dues-day.

I’ve got the [E] Mudd Puddle’s closed in [B7] New Paltz on Tuesday [E] blues.

Brian Davey

New Paltz

June 14, 2007

(This song was conceived in mid-May, 2007 just after I arrived in New Paltz. By the time the song was written, June had come and the Mudd Puddle was on summer hours–open seven days a week! So, thankfully for me but perhaps not for Michelle and James, the Mudd-Puddle’s-closed-in-New-Paltz-on-Tuesday blues lasted only two weeks.)