What can a poor man do, you know when the blues keep bothering him around What can a poor man do, you know when the blues keep bothering him around Give him a half pint of good liquor, and sit down and drink it all down You know, sometimes I feel, I feel like drinkin' me some gasoline You know, sometimes I feel, I feel like drinkin' me some gasoline Strikin' me a match and blow myself up in steam I feel I'm gonna move on back down south, you know where the water tastes like cherry wine I feel I'm gonna move on back down south, you know where the water tastes like cherry wine Because this crap of whiskey and water tastes to me like turpentine