Beggars' Blues lyrics

Ain’t got no money, ain’t it a shame

Ain’t got no time to get a job

I drink my whiskey, I drink my wine

I left my worries far behind

I’m feeling hungry, I’m feeling broke

If you could spare one, I could surely use a smoke

I got no history, I got no past

If you don’t help me, don’t think I’ll last

I got to get more time

To drink a bit more wine

I’ve got to the perfect crime

Brother can you spare a dime?

(guitar solo)

You see me standing on your street

My hand are open I got nothing there to eat

I drink my whiskey, I drink my wine

I want the band to play when I die

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

I got to get more time

To drink a bit more wine

I’ve got to the perfect crime

Brother can you spare a dime?