Текст песни Steve Miller - Blues With Out Blame, слова песни Steve Miller

Текст песни Steve Miller - Blues With Out Blame

Steve Miller - Blues With Out Blame слова песни

I ask my baby for a nickelShe gave me a twenty dollar billI ask her for a drink of whiskeyAnd she gave me a liquor stillWhoa, yeah yeah yeahWhat can a poor boy doAint it hard, aint it hardWhen you have to live the bluesI call my baby on the telephoneShe said come on over stevie Im all aloneI said I cant get my car started mamaWhoa, yeahWhat can a poor boy doWhen he has to live the bluesAnd while my babys makin it with my best friendI know Im being used, yeah yeah yeahLord have mercyLord have mercy on meLord have mercyLord have mercy on me, yeahIm tryin to find my babeWont somebody please, yeah yeahWont somebody please bring her home to me

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Blues With Out Blame

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