Poor Boy Blues (Live) versuri

Poor Boy Blues (Live) lyrics by Poison

Spoken: Bret Michaels
Woo! Let’s loosen up my list, baby, just gettin’ it here now
If you don’t mind, I’m gonna do it one more time
You clap along with me, we’ll just loosen up a bit here tonight
I’m feelin’ fuckin’ good, baby, now
Woo! Miami, now, gotta get my shit in this heart now
I’m gonna do you the best blues I can
You feel like you clap along with me, sound real good, it go like this

Harmonica Intro

Spoken: Bret Michaels
Ooh, yeah, ha!
Goddamn blues, baby
I got them blues, baby, ow!
I got them, I said, baby
I got them poor boy blues, baby
Yeah-yeah-yeah
You know what my daddy said to me, Miami?
You know what my old man said to me?
Well, he looked at me, looked at me up and down
My dad looked at me and he said, „Bret”
He said, „Bret, you ain’t nothin’ but a no-good asshole at this tone now”
He looked at me and he said, „Bret, you ain’t nothin’ but a no-good
You ain’t gonna grow up to be no good
You lookin’ like a no-good, long haired, sleazy, rock ‘n’ roll, loud music, motherfuckin’—”
Wow!
I said, „What in the hell are you talkin’ ‘bout, old man?”
I said to him

Intro
My daddy said, „Son, don’t you come to me cryin’,” yeah-yeah
„‘Cause money don’t make you happy, man,” no, no
He said, „The grass is always greener, baby
Every place ‘cept where you stand,” yeah-yeah-yeah
He knows what I’m talkin’ ‘bout now, baby
Some are born to win, some born to lose
And sing them poor boy blues
Orlando, now
You ready to sweat a little bit with me?
Help me sing them poor boy blues, do it!

Verse 1
Lived uptown, downtown, Lord, I’ve lived everywhere
Almost drowned in the puddle of my own sweat, I swear
I believe it’s due time, get my mansion, ol’ Bel Air
Help me sing it, baby

Chorus
Got them poor boy blues, poor boy blues
You don’t know how I’m feelin’, baby, ‘less you’re wearing my shoes
I said, sure, as I’m standing here, got them poor boy blues, bring it down

Verse 2
Friday night I get tanked up and tossed into the local slam
I get three square meals, someone gets me out of this jam
In the meanwhile, all my green is goin’ Uncle Sam
Pay that taxman, baby

Chorus
Poor boy blues, poor boy blues
You don’t know how I’m feelin’, baby, ‘less you’re wearing my shoes
Sure, as I’m standing, we got them poor boy blues
Walk this dog

Bridge
C.C., don’t hurt ‘em!

Guitar Solo

Chorus
Got them poor boy blues, I said, poor boy blues
You don’t know how I’m feelin’, baby, ‘less you’re wearing my shoes
Sure, as I’m standing here, we got them poor boy blues, yeah
One, two, three, poor boy blues, poor boy blues
You don’t know how I’m feelin’, baby, ‘less you’re wearing my shoes
Sure, as I’m standing here, I got them
I got them, ha!
Got them poor boy blues

Outro
Bring it down!
Orlando, it’s time we do that