Steve Miller Band - Blues With Out Blame - Sözleri

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 me 












		
			



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