Got up this morning, by the rising sun
Didn't have no whiskey, I tried to buy me some
I use my Skeet and Garret, feed it everywhere
Lord I like them baking powder blues, and I sure don't care
Dice jumped to hustle Lord, I swear my money don't lose
I got to win tonight, and buy this baking powder man some shoes
Play them blues boy, and don't play them so slow
Because I'm going to give you some more money, and I'm going to give it to you sure