Blues With Out Blame — текст песни (Steve Miller)

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

Aint it hard, aint it hard

When you have to live the blues



I call my baby on the telephone

She said come on over stevie Im all alone

I said I cant get my car started mama



Whoa, yeah

What can a poor boy do

When he has to live the blues



And while my babys makin it with my best friend

I know Im being used, yeah yeah yeah



Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy on me

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy on me, yeah



Im tryin to find my babe

Wont somebody please, yeah yeah

Wont somebody please bring her home to me