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