, livin' There were two from Colorado. Texas and Nebraska too. Another came from Ohio And they did not sing the blues. You had the feeling. They had nothing to lose Livin', livin' in the band Through
it hard. When you have to live the blues I 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 mama Whoa, yeah. What can a poor boy do
in the sand. Or sleeping in your dress blues Your wife said this all would be funny. When you came back home in a week. You'd turn twenty-two and we'd celebrate you. In a bar or a tent by the creek
. Just like Uncle Sam I put on my fighting shoes. School shot down cause there's no more to lose. Now we're headed to D. C. Two by twos. Cause those low down, profound, killin' four blues. . Lookin
