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Blues with out Blame

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 stillWhoa, yeah yeah yeah

What can a poor boy do

Ain't it hard, ain't it hard

When you have to live the bluesI 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 mamaWhoa, yeah

What can a poor boy do

When he has to live the bluesAnd while my baby's makin' it with my best friend

I know I'm being used, yeah yeah yeahLord have mercy

Lord have mercy on me

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy on me, yeahI'm tryin' to find my babe

Won't somebody please, yeah yeah

Won't somebody please bring her home to me

Songwriters

STEVE MILLERPublished by

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