john mayall and the bluesbreakers все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

I let a life slip through my fingers
Where am I gonna turn?
I'm the causing of the trouble
And it makes my poor heart burn

I been trying to tell you people
That the blues hit me in my life
You know I was born for trouble

Every day it's harder tryin' to make more money
Then it gets to tax time
And it ain't so funny
Dollars in my pocket and right out my back door
All them government men are just tryin'
To make me poorer - that ain't fair
I got to testify, ain't no surrender
My time will be here by and by

Poor little baby you've got a lover she's a girl
Poor little baby you've got caught up in the world
I've got to say you lost your way
She's a woman, another kind of woman, another kind of love

Poor little baby you had your misery and you have failed
Poor little baby you got a secret you can't tell
I got to say you've lost your way

Every morning (a)bout half past eight,
My Mummer wakes me says,
"Don't be late",
Get to the office, tryin' to concentrate,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.

So I stop one day to figure it out,
I'll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt,