This Empty Bar - The I Got The Blues Blues

Ain't got no rhythm
But I gots the blues
You want holes in shoes?
Pick one and choose
Pay day daze
Deliberate
Damn it, baby
What can I give and what can I take?
The bourgeoisie,
Unfortunately
Got together. They decide
They don't like me

Pretty little lady, she don't seem so sweet
That pretty little lady let a lie
Loose slip from her lips while I held her hips
Breaking, broken baby, bye bye
When she spoke, she soaked me
And broke me in two
I got no rhythm, but I gots the blues

My sense of humanity goes down the drain
With a sense of entitlement taking its place
Another pack of cigarettes
Is gone without a trace
I found my soul
In a bowl load
And one for my baby
One more for the road

Been walking down this dirt road
Feeling bad
The affairs of the world
And the problems at hand
I used to care about that shit before
What did it do?
I ain't got no rhythm
I ain't got no rhythm
I ain't got no rhythm
I ain't got no rhythm, but I got the blues

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• Blues
• Indie
• Time
• Out
• Of
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• Bob
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• Recession
• Poverty
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