Текст песни Ain't No Blues - Nat Simons

C'mon babe, shakin' on your bones
Down the river
We can get some stones.
Girls are on the highway,
They ain't wearing shoes.
Papa's in trouble,
'Cos he's upon the ridge screaming:
'How can I feel so alone?'.

Little boy,
I'm burning like a match.
Pretty boy,
You're burning like I do.
You always be the first one
And I'm misunderstood.
Let me be your way down
'Cos first thing in the morning
And I can't stand it without you.

Would you please
Don't treat me like a fool?
Would you please
Don't treat me like a fool?
If I go down dying,
It'll fall on you,
But I promise, darling,
I never stumble twice but it's for sure
I'll make you cry the next time,
The next time, the next time.