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Bad Time Blues by Barbecue Bob

Bad Time Blues - Barbecue Bob (Robert Hicks); Spanish tuning.

Bad time are foll'in' me, tell the world the panic is on
Bad times are foll'in' 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, 't'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
And if I get a real job, I'd pass out with joy

Bad times are foll'in' me, I can't get a gal
Bad times are foll'in' me, I can't get a gal
You know gals cost money, when she'll be your pal

Bad times are foll'in' me, baby needs some shoes
Bad times are foll'in' me, baby needs some shoes
I've had enough hangin' around, keep me singin' Bad Time Blues