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Paroles: Albert Collins. Don't Lose Your Cool. Broke.

I used to be a big shot long ago
I had a Cadillac and a whole lotta dough
Real fine women used to chase me down
Now, not one of those gals can be found

They're never home whenever I call
Don't seem to want me around at all

I'm broke, I'm broke
I'm broke, I'm broke
Stone cold broke
I ain't got a lousy dime

Went to a nightclub an' had my fun
Shuckin' an' jivin' wit' everyone
Drinkin' that beer an' gin an' wine
Boy, I'm tellin' ya I had a good time

When I got home I didn't have no loot
Had to go down an' pawn my suit

I'm broke, I'm broke
I'm broke, I'm broke
Stone cold broke
I ain't got a lousy dime

Now, I'm a low down dirty bum
Right back where I started from
I got no car, I got no gal
I ain't even got a pal

Huffin' an' puffin' can't raise a cent
Put me out, I can't pay my rent

I'm broke, I'm broke
I'm broke, I'm broke
Stone cold broke
I ain't got a lousy dime

Damn, I'm broke man, I got no damn money
What the hell am I gonna do now?
Oh hey, Jim, what's happenin' man?
Oh man, I'm sure glad to see you

Yeah, I know I owe you twenty dollars man
But you know hey, look it
Well, you know they picked up my car up this mornin'?
What?

You know they say a man ain't suppose to cry?
Man, I'm gonna tell ya, you know that they didn't lie
Ay, I, I, I'm broke man, I swear I'm broke
I ain't had, man I ain't got it, I got about two dollars, man that's it

Ha, swear I'm broke man
Mm yeah, yeah I'm broke, yeah
Trust me I'm broke, man
Yeah I am