What can a poor man do, you know when the blues keep bothering him around
What can a poor man do, you know when the blues keep bothering him around
Give him a half pint of good liquor, and sit down and drink it all down
You know, sometimes I feel, I feel like drinkin' me some gasoline
You know, sometimes I feel, I feel like drinkin' me some gasoline
Strikin' me a match and blow myself up in steam
I feel I'm gonna move on back down south,
you know where the water tastes like cherry wine
I feel I'm gonna move on back down south,
you know where the water tastes like cherry wine
Because this crap of whiskey and water tastes to me like turpentine
What can a poor man do, you know when the blues keep bothering him around
Give him a half pint of good liquor, and sit down and drink it all down
You know, sometimes I feel, I feel like drinkin' me some gasoline
You know, sometimes I feel, I feel like drinkin' me some gasoline
Strikin' me a match and blow myself up in steam
I feel I'm gonna move on back down south,
you know where the water tastes like cherry wine
I feel I'm gonna move on back down south,
you know where the water tastes like cherry wine
Because this crap of whiskey and water tastes to me like turpentine
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