Slow Hand Blues

The lyric

Woke up this morning with a taste I know too well

A little paper devil ringing me like a bell

My woman says she loves me, my doctor says the same

But the thing inside my pocket only knows my name

So I'm walking, walking, walking out that door

Slow hand, slow hand, ain't coming back no more

The night is long and honest, the morning's mine to keep

And the blues are mine to sing about, but the habit's gone to sleep