Mr. Sad Head - Hot Weather Blues lyrics

rate me

Fixin' everybody's troubles, everybody's 'cept mine

Somebody must've told 'em that I was doin' fine

Oh, you five and ten cent women with nothin' in your heads

I got a real gal I'm lovin' Lord, and I'll love her till I'm dead

Go away from my door and my window too, right now

Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race track see no sports car run

I don't have no sports car and I don't even care to have one

I can walk anytime around the block

Well, the wind keeps a blowin' me, up and down the street

With my hat in my hand and my boots on my feet

Watch out so you don't step on me

Well, look it here buddy, you wanna be like me

Pull out your six shooter and rob every bank you can see

Tell the judge, I said, it was alright, yeah