Albert Collins - Cash Talkin' (the Workingman's Blues) lyrics

Well I walked down to my bank, just to see what I could see I asked the man behind the desk, I say "Ah, is there any money for me?" Now he didn't know just what to say I say, "I need that money in a terrible way!" Now he didn't say "yeah" but he didn't say "no" He just shook my hand and showed me the door Oh Lord, the blues is k**ing me Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is k**ing me Yes sir Now my wife loves money and it bothers my mind She runs to the store and she buys, on time T.V's, radios, stereos and I got all kind a princess phones A one of these days, y'all, I think they all gonna be gone My baby need clothes, my wife needs a car It's a wonder y'all ha, I got this far! Hey! Landlord knocking, and he wants some rent Now I'm looking for the money that my wife just spent Oh Lord, um-hm, the blues is k**ing me Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is k**ing me Telling ya Tax time, ain't nothing but a mess Paying Uncle Sam more an' I'm getting less The poor stay poor and the rich stay rich An' I'm right here in the middle Now ain't that a.....! Barely gettin' by, makes me mean 'Cause the politicians I'm payin', are livin' real clean Step down Mister Politician, and live like I do I want you to know, the workin' man blues Oh Lord, oh Lord, these blues is k**in' me Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is k**in' me Payin' these taxes worry me to d**h... Buyin' new T.V's an' radios an' stereos... Baby needs clothes... Wife need a old car to get around in... Oh it's a b**h bein' po'... I say it's a ___!1, bein' po... Fading: Now ain't that a b**h? (Boy it's rough, I'll tell ya)