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Albert Collins
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Cash Talkin' (The Workingman's Blues)
作词:Douglas Macleod
Well, I walked down to my bank Just to see what I could see I asked the man behind the desk I say 'Ah, is there any money for me?'
Now he didn't know just what to say I say, 'I need that money in a terrible way' Now he didn't say, 'Yeah' but he didn't say 'No' He just shook my hand and showed me the door
Oh, Lord, the blues is killin' me Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is killin' me Yes, sir
Now my wife loves money and it bothers my mind She runs to the store and she buys on time TV's, radios, stereos and I got all kind a princess phones A one of these days, y'all-a, I think they all gonna be gone
My baby need clothes, my wife needs a car It's a wonder y'all ha, I got this far, hey Landlord knockin' and he wants some rent Now I'm lookin' for the money that my wife just spent
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Oh, Lord, um hm, the blues is killin' me Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is killin' me Tellin' ya
Tax time ain't nothin' but a mess Payin' Uncle Sam more and I'm gettin' less The poor stay poor and the rich stay rich An' I'm right here in the middle, now ain't that a
Barely gettin' by makes me mean 'Cause the politicians I'm payin', are livin' real clean Step down Mister Politician and live like I do I want you to know the workin' man blues
Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, these blues is killin' me Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is killin' me
Payin' these taxes worry me to death Buyin' new TV's and radios and stereos Baby needs clothes Wife need a old car to get around in
Oh, it's a bitch bein' poor I say, it's a bitch bein' poor
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