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I came up from Mississippi with a guitar full of songs Thought I was really something maybe I was wrong Got to make some money, got to pay my dues Cause if I hock my guitar how the hell am I supposed to play blues Filled out an application for sweeping up the streets They said I didn't qualify I couldn't disagree I've got to find something, something I can use If I hock my guitar how the hell am I supposed to play the blues I can do without the honey or the sugar for my tea These days I can do without a lot of things My shark skin suit and my Stacy Adams shoes All I really want to do is play my blues I had my last can of tuna with some cold green beans Not all that appetizing but a man's got to eat Up against the wall with nothing left to lose If I hock my guitar how the hell am I supposed play the blues From Letras Mania