I got a feeling That man will come to my door Lord please bring my father back Or i´ll pay the bill no more Mama i got no job That´s why i drink all day God gave me silver strings And golden fingers to play I´m singing this no money blues Father you´d be pride You listen to your son and say "my boy is playing the blues alright No money blues But i don´t play thinking about money All i do is play with my heart and soul Like a bee making honey