Blues Hangover

Lord I wanna walk it out

Ain't nobody here but me

All these empty bottles on the table here

I know I didn't drink all this by myself

I must have a blues hangover

What's this?

My check?

I don't have change for a grasshopper

And that's two crickets

Here come Bro

Send him and his donkey

But he ain't got no money

Look like he done lost everything he evers had

Hear me

I done gave my baby twenty dollars

For a Christmas present

And all I got was this slice of jelly cake

And Santa done ate that up

And that's a whoop jelly

Well, I believe I'll go back on the step now

With James, Rudolph, and Tomcat

Get my head bad again

Don't seem like nothin' goin' right for me today

Here I go

Same old thing again

Look out now