Текст песни Steve Miller Band - Blues With Out Blame
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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