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 still
Whoa, yeah yeah yeah
What can a poor boy do
Aint it hard, aint it hard
When you have to live the blues
I call my baby on the telephone
She said come on over stevie Im all alone
I said I cant get my car started mama
Whoa, yeah
What can a poor boy do
When he has to live the blues
And while my babys makin it with my best friend
I know Im being used, yeah yeah yeah
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy on me
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy on me, yeah
Im tryin to find my babe
Wont somebody please, yeah yeah
Wont somebody please bring her home to me