I ask my baby for a nickel She gave me a twenty dollar bill I ask her for a drink of whiskey And she gave me a liquor still
Whoa, yeah yeah yeah What can a poor boy do Ain't it hard, ain't it hard When you have to live the blues
I call my baby on the telephone She said come on over Stevie I'm all alone I said I can't get my car started mama
Whoa, yeah What can a poor boy do When he has to live the blues
And while my baby's makin' it with my best friend I know I'm being used, yeah yeah yeah
Lord have mercy Lord have mercy on me Lord have mercy Lord have mercy on me, yeah
I'm tryin' to find my babe Won't somebody please, yeah yeah Won't somebody please bring her home to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.