Aorta - Pickin' Blues текст песни

Sitting in my room I think of just what might have been
If I had another chance to change this fix I'm in
As I sit here dreamin' about the good times in the past
I look down at my ragged clothes and I wonder if I'll last

Cause I ain't got no money
I ain't got no shoes
I ain't got no baby
Playin' Pickin' Blues

Roamin' the streets as a young boy beggin' for nickels and dimes
My head keeps spinnin' around nervous breakdown i think I'm losin' time
Never had no-one called mother never learned no golden rule
And I never had a dime in my pocket Lord and I never went to school

Cause I ain't got no money
I ain't got no shoes
I ain't got no baby
Playin' Pickin' Blues

Workin' so hard for the boss man waitin' till the end of the day
Sittin'-Thinkin'-Smokin'-Drinkin' wasting my life away

Cause I ain't got no money
I ain't got no shoes
I ain't got no baby
Playin' Pickin' Blues