What can a poor man do, you know when the blues keep bothering him around What can a poor man do, you know when the blues keep bothering him around
Give him a half pint of good liquor, and sit down and drink it all down You know, sometimes I feel, I feel like drinkin' me some gasoline You know, sometimes I feel, I feel like drinkin' me some gasoline Strikin' me a match and blow myself up in steam
I feel I'm gonna move on back down south, You know where the water tastes like cherry wine I feel I'm gonna move on back down south, You know where the water tastes like cherry wine Because this crap of whiskey and water tastes to me like turpentineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
