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 Gave me the blues hand me down An alligator shoes man Gave me the blues hand me downs Wheeling and hustling Dealing and shuffling Blues hand me downs
Racing the wrong way Chasing every skirt in town Taking the long way Waiting for the sun to come out Moonshine drinking Do everything but thinking Blues hand me downs
Lord, have mercy on my soul They didn’t know They didn’t know
A fighter. No lover. No fucking around And just like my brother He stood on shaky ground Moonshine drinking Do everything but thinking Blues hand me downs
Lord, have mercy on your soul They didn’t know They didn’t know
Hand me down blues Hand me down blues Hand me down blues Hand me down Hand me down
Lord, have mercy on your soul Hand me down blues Hand me down blues Hand me down blues
Hand me down blues Hand me down blues Hand me down blues