Poor Mans’s Blues

Well, well, well. The blues call me home. Nobody seems to love me 'cause I'm dirty and Poor. No one wants to help me, But I just need a cure. Well, listen, little woman, Would you please take me home? You just need to wash and feed me, but I'll love you all night long. There ain't no one around me who would even Talk to me. Gonna judge by the cover, Well, ain't you look inside of me. There's a bleeding soul And a beating heart, baby. I also got brain in my head, so maybe I'm even smarter. Now, listen to this. I'm Sitting in my kitchen, on my kitchen floor. Have my morning beer when someone's knocking at my Door. "Is that you, little baby? It's open, please come in." Like we. He's got a silly smile and drink with a Silly grin. He says I gotta get up and follow him Inside. Well, on the way out, he's talking 'bout My rights. It means I got a problem, For I didn't pay the rent. My new flat's gonna be prison cell. That's where I'm gonna land. That's where I'm gonna land, mom. Well, well. Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's fine