I don't believe in heaven,I don't believe in hell.
I don't ask out for mercy,ain't got nothing to tell.
'Cause I have got no secrets, I've got no needs.
But What I've got inside me, seems like trouble indeed.
I have got the Blues on me.
I don't believe in heaven,I don't believe in hell.
I don't ask out for mercy,ain
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.
I ask my baby for a nickel
She gave me a twenty dollar bill
I ask her for a drink of whiskey
And