Vintage Trouble - Blues Hand Me Down lyrics

Papa was a blues man Gave me the blues hand me down An alligator shoes man Gave me the blues hand me downs Moonshine drinking Do everything but thinking Blues hand me downs Racing the wrong way Chasing every skirt in town Taking the long way Waiting for the sun to come out Wheeling and hustling Dealing and shuffling Blues hand me downs Lord, have mercy on my soul I didn't know You never know A fighter. No lover. No f**ing around And just like my big brother He stood on shaky ground His pride got the best of him Smoking got the rest of him Blues hand me downs Lord, have mercy on your soul I didn't know You never know Hand me down blues Hand me down blues Hand me down blues I come from vintage trouble Look out if I'm the one you found I'll pop your bubble With my live wire, straight shooting dirty mouth Papa was a blues man Please baby understand I got the, got the, got the, got the Blue hand me downs Lord, have mercy on your soul You didn't know They never know Hand me down blues Hand me down blues Hand me down blues