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T-bone Billy just a singin' the blues
DCaught his lady with another man
ALit up a smoke and did some tGalkin'
With the back of hisE hand....Smack!
EShe started shakin', started losing her mind
But he was Dkicking back and playing it cool
ASigned her walkin' papers
Took the 5:15G to Kalamazoo E
Sing for your supper,
EmNobody rides for free
DEat your heart out, I'll send itB C.O.D.
EOne, two baby wFhat youG do
AThree, four let me show you the door
GYou're better off dead thanF makin' a Fmess ofEm me
EFive, six take your laFst liGcks
ASeven, eight let me give it to you straight
GYou're better off dead than Fmakin' a Fmess of Emme
Now Billy-boy's out havin' a ball, playin' fiddle at the local bar
ADark shades, cool kicks, he's GHollywood BlvEd.
ESlick Daddy and his fat cigar sayin':
D"Sign along the dotted line!"
AHe shook his head and said:
G"All I need is this fiddle of mine!E"
Sing for your supper,
EmNobody rides for free
DTake your big time, I?ll take care of m-m-m-mBe!
EOne, two baby wFhat youG do
AThree, four let me show you the door
GYou're better off dead thanF makin' a Fmess ofEm me
EFive, six take your laFst liGcks
ASeven, eight let me give it to you straight
GYou're better off dead than Fmakin' a Fmess of Emme
GWhen trouble came knockin'
DBilly kept rockin' like thiEs?
Sing for your supper,
EmNobody rides for free
DTake your big time, I?ll take care of m-m-m-mBe!
EOne, two baby wFhat youG do
AThree, four let me show you the door
GYou're better off dead thanF makin' a Fmess ofEm me
EFive, six take your laFst liGcks
ASeven, eight let me give it to you straight
GYou're better off dead than Fmakin' a Fmess of Emme
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