Lyrics 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
Do 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 and hustling
Dealing and 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
Smoking got the rest of him
Blues hand me downs

Lord, have mercy on your soul
I didn't know
You never know

Hand me down blues
Hand me down blues
Hand me down blues

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, got the
Blue 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