Bad Time Blues - Barbecue Bob
Bad time are fallin' me
Tell the world the panic is on
Bad times are fallin' me
Tell the world the panic is on
I feel so disgusted
All the good times done gone
Everybody is crying
They can't get a break
Everybody is crying
They can't get a break
Tell me what's the matter
Everything seems too late
When you hear me howlin'
Then you know something's going on wrong
When you hear me howlin'
Then you know something's wrong
Bad time has got me
It's why I sing this song
I can't make a nickel
I'm flat as I can be
I can't make a nickel
I'm flat as I can be
Some people say money is talkin'
But it won't say a word to me
I ain't had a paycheck since the devil was a boy
I ain't had a paycheck since the devil was a boy
If I get a real job
I'd pass out with joy
Bad times are fallin' me
I can't get a gal
Bad times are fallin' me
I can't get a gal
You know gal cost me money when she'll be your pal
Bad times are fallin' me
Baby needs some shoes
Bad times are fallin' me
Baby needs some shoes
I've had enough hangin' around
Keep me singin' bad time blues