I got a feeling
That man will come to my door
Lord please bring my father back
Or i´ll pay the bill no more

Mama i got no job
That´s why i drink all day
God gave me silver strings
And golden fingers to play

I´m singing this no money blues
Father you´d be pride
You listen to your son and say
"my boy is playing the blues alright

No money blues
But i don´t play thinking about money
All i do is play with my heart and soul
Like a bee making honey