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By Mary McCrearyI've been working so hard,
Just came home from my job.
Looked down in my wallet,
Good God, I've been robbed.Now where can my money be,
All my hard-earned pay?
What am I going to do now?
I got my bills to pay.You got me singin' the blues,
And I'm paying all my dues.
You got me singin' the blues,
Ain't got nothing to lose.I got to tell you I got the blues down in my pockets.
People, what did I say?
Bills are gonna rob me tomorrow,
Why I need my ten dollars today.ChorusAin't no way to get even
Because, you know what I mean,
Every time I make me some money
Somebody's going to take it from me.ChorusChorus
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Roy Buchanan's (September 23, 1939 - August 14, 1988) musical career began in Pixley, California. His father was a sharecropper (not a Pentecostal preacher as Buchanan himself had claimed). Buchanan told how his first musical memories were of racially-mixed revival meetings his family would attend. "Gospel," he recalled, "that's how I first got into black music". He in fact drew upon many disparate influences while learning to play his instrument (although he later claimed his aptitude was derived from being "half-wolf").

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