I got the blues, yeah, I got the blues
Oh,
Mr.
Taxi
Driver, please
I'm beggin' down on my knees
I ain't got no money,
but I got to get downtown
I'm late for a meeting with
Mr.
Bubba
Brown
He's got what I want,
he's got what I need
I'm his taxi driver, have mercy on me
I gotta get down, I gotta get down
I gotta get down, down,
down, down, down
Now, they say we're shining down on
Lee
Kostin
I was thinking of you,
you were looking at me
It's like you want me to come on,
Jim
That's the one thing I can't do
Gotta be on my way
Maybe some other day
I gotta get down
I gotta get down
I gotta get down, down, down, down, down
I got some brand new
Walking boots
I'm red and out my shoes
I got some brand new
Walking boots
I'm wet and out my shoes,
I got the blues
Well, I ain't got no metro card,
I ain't got no cash
So I hop that turnstile and I do the dash
Now,
Mr.
Subway
Cop, could you give me a break?
I can't pay no ticket,
not with the money I make
I gotta get down, I gotta get down, I gotta get down,
down, down, down, down
Downtown to the streets I know,
I walk around baby I got nowhere to go
I'm downtown where the girls look good,
and every little baby does just what he should
I gotta get down, I gotta get down,
I gotta get down, down, down, down, down
I got the brand new walkin' blues
I'm wearin' it out my shoes
I got the brand new walkin' blues
I'm wearin' it out my shoes
I got the blues,
oh let me tell you something, man
I got them
New
York
City wild up sidewalk blues
I walk around all day
I burn a hole in my home repair shoes
Oh man, it ain't too cool
It goes like this, this, this
It goes like that, ah
You walk it up, around
And then you walk it back
You go left, left, left, left, left
It won't get right, right, right, right, right
We go left, right, left, right, left
I go left, right, I do it every single day
I got the brand new walkin' blues
I'm wearin' out my shoes
I got the brand new walkin' blues
I'm wearin' out my shoes
I got the blues