A Taste of the Blues - Pete Alderton

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.