Aorta - Pickin' Blues lyrics

Sitting in my room I think of just what might have been If I had another chance to change this fix I'm in As I sit here dreamin' about the good times in the past I look down at my ragged clothes and I wonder if I'll last Cause I ain't got no money I ain't got no shoes I ain't got no baby Playin' Pickin' Blues Roamin' the streets as a young boy beggin' for nickels and dimes My head keeps spinnin' around nervous breakdown i think I'm losin' time Never had no-one called mother never learned no golden rule And I never had a dime in my pocket Lord and I never went to school Cause I ain't got no money I ain't got no shoes I ain't got no baby Playin' Pickin' Blues Workin' so hard for the boss man waitin' till the end of the day Sittin'-Thinkin'-Smokin'-Drinkin' wasting my life away Cause I ain't got no money I ain't got no shoes I ain't got no baby Playin' Pickin' Blues