Blues With Out Blame Lyrics

By: Steve Miller 
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 
Ain't it hard, ain't 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 
When he has to live the blues 

And while my baby's makin' it with my best friend 
I know I'm being used, yeah yeah yeah 

Lord have mercy 
Lord have mercy on me 
Lord have mercy 
Lord have mercy on me, yeah 

I'm tryin' to find my babe 
Won't somebody please, yeah yeah 
Won't somebody please bring her home to me