Lyrics

[Spoken: Bret Michaels] Woo! Let's loosen up my list, baby, just gettin' it here now If you don't mind, I'm gonna do it one more time You clap along with me, we'll just loosen up a bit here tonight I'm feelin' fuckin' good, baby, now Woo! Miami, now, gotta get my shit in this heart now I'm gonna do you the best blues I can You feel like you clap along with me, sound real good, it go like this [Harmonica Intro] [Spoken: Bret Michaels] Ooh, yeah, ha! Goddamn blues, baby I got them blues, baby, ow! I got them, I said, baby I got them poor boy blues, baby Yeah-yeah-yeah You know what my daddy said to me, Miami? You know what my old man said to me? Well, he looked at me, looked at me up and down My dad looked at me and he said, "Bret" He said, "Bret, you ain't nothin' but a no-good asshole at this tone now" He looked at me and he said, "Bret, you ain't nothin' but a no-good You ain't gonna grow up to be no good You lookin' like a no-good, long haired, sleazy, rock 'n' roll, loud music, motherfuckin'—" Wow! I said, "What in the hell are you talkin' 'bout, old man?" I said to him [Intro] My daddy said, "Son, don't you come to me cryin'," yeah-yeah "'Cause money don't make you happy, man," no, no He said, "The grass is always greener, baby Every place 'cept where you stand," yeah-yeah-yeah He knows what I'm talkin' 'bout now, baby Some are born to win, some born to lose And sing them poor boy blues Orlando, now You ready to sweat a little bit with me? Help me sing them poor boy blues, do it! [Verse 1] Lived uptown, downtown, Lord, I've lived everywhere Almost drowned in the puddle of my own sweat, I swear I believe it's due time, get my mansion, ol' Bel Air Help me sing it, baby [Chorus] Got them poor boy blues, poor boy blues You don't know how I'm feelin', baby, 'less you're wearing my shoes I said, sure, as I'm standing here, got them poor boy blues, bring it down [Verse 2] Friday night I get tanked up and tossed into the local slam I get three square meals, someone gets me out of this jam In the meanwhile, all my green is goin' Uncle Sam Pay that taxman, baby [Chorus] Poor boy blues, poor boy blues You don't know how I'm feelin', baby, 'less you're wearing my shoes Sure, as I'm standing, we got them poor boy blues Walk this dog [Bridge] C.C., don't hurt 'em! [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] Got them poor boy blues, I said, poor boy blues You don't know how I'm feelin', baby, 'less you're wearing my shoes Sure, as I'm standing here, we got them poor boy blues, yeah One, two, three, poor boy blues, poor boy blues You don't know how I'm feelin', baby, 'less you're wearing my shoes Sure, as I'm standing here, I got them I got them, ha! Got them poor boy blues [Outro] Bring it down! Orlando, it's time we do that