Cash Talkin' (the Workingman's Blues) Lyrics - Cold Snap - Albert Collins

Well I walked down to my bank, just to see what I could see 

I asked the man behind the desk, I say "Ah, is there any money for me?" 

Now he didn't know just what to say 

I say, "I need that money in a terrible way!" 

Now he didn't say "yeah" but he didn't say "no" 

He just shook my hand and showed me the door 

Oh Lord, the blues is killing me 

Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is killing me 

Yes sir 

Now my wife loves money and it bothers my mind 

She runs to the store and she buys, on time 

T.V's, radios, stereos and I got all kind a princess phones 

A one of these days, y'all, I think they all gonna be gone 

My baby need clothes, my wife needs a car 

It's a wonder y'all ha, I got this far! Hey! 

Landlord knocking, and he wants some rent 

Now I'm looking for the money that my wife just spent 

Oh Lord, um-hm, the blues is killing me 

Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is killing me 

Telling ya 

Tax time, ain't nothing but a mess 

Paying Uncle Sam more an' I'm getting less 

The poor stay poor and the rich stay rich 

An' I'm right here in the middle 

Now ain't that a.....! 

Barely gettin' by, makes me mean 

'Cause the politicians I'm payin', are livin' real clean 

Step down Mister Politician, and live like I do 

I want you to know, the workin' man blues 

Oh Lord, oh Lord, these blues is killin' me 

Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is killin' me 

Payin' these taxes worry me to death... 

Buyin' new T.V's an' radios an' stereos... 

Baby needs clothes... 

Wife need a old car to get around in... 

Oh it's a bitch bein' po'... 

I say it's a ___!1, bein' po... 

Fading: 

Now ain't that a bitch? 

(Boy it's rough, I'll tell ya)