Lyrics A Taste of the Blues - Pete Alderton

A Taste of the Blues

Walkin' round in worn-out shoes
Ain’t even got a job
Got no cash to pay my dues
Can’t even feed my dog
Well, I’m down
How 'bout you?
Mister Pete you got it
You got a great big slice
You got a great big slice
you got a great big slice, of them blues
Kids want clothes and new school books
Wife wants rouge 'n nails
Can’t even stand the way she looks
Cos she knows darn very well
That I’m down
on the ground
Mister Pete, you got it
You got a great big piece
You got a great big piece
You got a great big piece, of them blues
Cash Pawn laughs when I show my car
Banks won’t let me in
They say;
«your life warrants an overdraft?
Don’t you see the mess you’re in?»
Man, you’re down
down on the ground
Mister Pete, you got it
You got a nice big slip
You got a nice big slip
You got a nice big slip, of those blues
The tax-man calls when I’m at home
I better hide away
He leaves a note that he will phone
Come back another day
Man I found
that I’m down
Mister Pete, you got it
You got a nice big taste
You got a nice big taste
you got a nice big taste, of those blu-uu-uues.