Well I walked down to my bank, just to see what I could seenI asked the man behind the desk, I say Ah, is there any money for me?nNow he didn't know just what to saynI say, I need that money in a terrible way!nNow he didn't say yeah but he didn't say nonHe just shook my hand and showed me the doornnOh Lord, the blues is killin' menOh Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is killin' menYes sirnnNow my wife loves money and it bothers my mindnShe runs to the store and she buys, on timenT.V's, radios, stereos and I got all kind a princess phonesnA one of these days, ya'all-a, I think they all gonna be gonennMy baby need clothes, my wife needs a carnIt's a wonder ya'all ha, I got this far! Hey!nLandlord knockin', and he wants some rentnNow I'm lookin' for the money that my wife just spentnnOh Lord, um-hm, the blues is killin' menOh Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is killin' menTellin' yannTax time, ain't nothin' but a messnPayin' Uncle Sam more an' I'm gettin' lessnnnThe po' stay po' and the rich stay richnAn' I'm right here in the middlenNow ain't that a.....!nnBarely gettin' by, makes me meann'Cause the politicians I'm payin', are livin' real cleannStep down Mister Politician, and live like I donI want you to know, the workin' man bluesnnOh Lord, oh Lord, these blues is killin' menOh Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is killin' mennPayin' these taxes worry me to death...nnBuyin' new T.V's an' radios an' stereos...nnBaby needs clothes...nnWife need a old car to get around in...nnOh it's a bitch bein' po'...nnI say it's a bitch bein' po...nnNow ain't that a bitch?nBoy it's rough, I'll tell ya