Cash Talkin' aka The Workingman's Blues

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 killin' me
 Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is killin' 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, ya'all-a, I think they all gonna be gone
 My baby need clothes, my wife needs a car
 It's a wonder ya'all ha, I got this far! Hey!
 Landlord knockin', and he wants some rent
 Now I'm lookin' for the money that my wife just spent
 Oh Lord, um-hm, the blues is killin' me
 Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is killin' me
 Tellin' ya
 Tax time, ain't nothin' but a mess
 Payin' Uncle Sam more an' I'm gettin' less
 The po' stay po' 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 killin' me
 Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is killin' me
 Payin' these taxes worry me to death...
 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 bitch bein' po'...
 I say it's a bitch bein' po...
 Now ain't that a bitch?
 Boy it's rough, I'll tell ya