Blues With Out Blame — текст песни (Steve Miller Band)

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