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