What can a poor man do, you know when the blues keep bothering him around
What can a poor man do, you know when the blues keep bothering him around

Give him a half pint of good liquor, and sit down and drink it all down
You know, sometimes I feel, I feel like drinkin' me some gasoline
You know, sometimes I feel, I feel like drinkin' me some gasoline
Strikin' me a match and blow myself up in steam

I feel I'm gonna move on back down south,
you know where the water tastes like cherry wine
I feel I'm gonna move on back down south,
you know where the water tastes like cherry wine
Because this [bad word] of whiskey and water tastes to me like turpentine