B.B. King
B.B. King
B.B. King
B.B. King
B.B. King
B.B. King
B.B. King
B.B. King
B.B. King
B.B. King
B.B. King
B.B. King
B.B. King
B.B. King
I'm in the wrong business
I swear I ain't lyin'
I stay hungry, broke all the time
I'm gonna send my guitar home
Leave these blues alone
I'm in the wrong business
I ain't lyin'
Should have been a boxer
Makin' the movie "Rocky 3"
I would be a star
Like the wrestler Mr. T
Should've been like Michael Jackson
When I was the age of five
But chose this guitar
Now I'm broke and can't survive
I'm in the wrong business
I ain't lyin'
'Cause I stay hungry, broke all the time
I'm gonna send my guitar home
Leave these blues alone
I'm in the wrong business
I ain't lyin'
These guitar freaks
Have made my blood sugar go up
Be better off
If I was driving a trailer truck
Like Boxcar Willie
I played these blues and made me a bum
I'm gonna give up this music
Move back to the farm
I'm in the wrong business
I ain't lyin'
'Cause I stay broke, hungry all the time
I'm gonna send my guitar home
Leave these blues alone
I'm in the wrong business
I ain't lyin'
I've played these blues
Now I'm full up to my neck
If I keep on playin' I tell you
I'm gonna do like Johnny Paycheck
He had a job
Got money for years
I'm gonna shelve my guitar
I ain't got no job to shelve
I'm in the wrong business
I ain't lyin'
Stay broke, hungry all the time
I'm gonna send my guitar home
Leave these blues alone
I'm in the wrong business
I ain't lyin'
I'm in the wrong business
I ain't lyin', folks
Stay broke, hungry all the time
I'm gonna send my guitar home
Leave these blues alone
I'm in the wrong business
I ain't lyin'