Taking Care Of No Business

(mumbling) Get out you bum, we don't want you here anymore! Laying in the alleyway Maybe some rich fool will come my way And throw me a dime That's all I need to give me more wine All I got is to my names Beat up guitar with three broken strings And I sure know I'm just saying "Taking care of no business" Look it here Hey kitty cat! Where you going? This part of the alley is my home Walking all over outside my wall Boy you sure got a whole lotta dogs I had a sandwich in a paper bag But a rat stole it Ain't that some drag? Lord, I know, I know I sure ain't taking care of no business Break it home Now I'll try to get me a job Feeding chickens And washing down hogs But that meant standing up all the time And standing up to me is just like dying I'm so lazy that I could cry But tears are just too lazy to fall out my house Lord, lord, lord, I'm so messed up Can't even take care of no business Play it one more time Aww, it's always me Aww, I sure wish I had me a sandwhich I'm so broke I can't even pay attention Uh, I'm so broke I can't even give you the time