Blues Hand Me Down - Vintage Trouble

Papa was a blues man, gave me the blues hand me down

An alligator shoes man, gave me the blues hand me downs

Moonshine drinking, doing everything but thinking

Blues hand me downs

Racing the wrong way, chasing every skirt in town

Taking the long way, waiting for the sun to come out

Wheeling, hustling, dealing and a-shuffling

Blues hand me downs

Lord, have mercy on my soul

I didn’t know, you never know

A fighter, no lover, no fucking around

And just like my big brother, he stood on shaky ground

His pride got the best of him and smoking took the rest of him

Blues hand me downs

Lord, have mercy on my soul

I didn’t know, you never know

Hand me down blues

Hand me down blues

Hand me down blues

Hey!

Come on, come on

Hey!

I come from vintage trouble, look out if I’m the one you found

I’ll pop your bubble with my live wire, straight shooting dirty mouth

Papa was a blues man, please, baby, understand

I got the, got the, got the blues hand me downs

Lord, have mercy on your soul

You didn’t know, they never know

Hand me down blues

Hand me down blues

Hand me down blues

Hey, yeah

Hand me down blues

You’re getting to me

Hand me down blues

I’m getting to you

Hand me down blues

Yeah, yeah

I got the, got the, got the, got the

Hey!

Papa was a blues man

Papa was a blues man, yes, sir

An alligator shoes man

Alright, alright

Give it to me

Give it to me

Give it to me

Hey!

Yes indeed, yes indeed, yes indeed, yes indeed, yes indeed