Broke Ass Blues

We're Left Lane Cruiser And a-rolling down-ah this here dusty road

Our fingers is bruised From picking out-ah this here rock n' roll It's a whole lotta rollin'

We're playing this music (yeh yeh)
They callin' it this, ca-callin' it that. Yeah, well I like to call it: Motherfuckin' "Broke-Ass Blues!" is where it's at
Yeah, that's what it is! Well, we comin' to your town, babe

Ain't no where, no place to stay
Can we crash on your floor, babe?

But you know them roaches is all up in the way

Well, I woke up this mornin' And you smoke all my weed away. Well I woke up this mornin'...

I got to get away