Last Po’ Man - Seasick Steve I gotta keep rollin’ and movin’ on no matter how many times I go wrong. Ain’t got no time to say goodbye. If I ever was alive, Oh, I’ll surely die. And I shot a man for the money. I shot a man for the rag. Some men lay down every night in a feather bed. Some men, just a sleeping bag. But, that’s the way, the dice are landed. Who’s to say they’re not right? But that’s the way, life can roll. Last po’ man turn out the light. I have seen things that money can’t buy; from a moving freight to a midnight sky. I have cooked my food on a hobo fire. Never tasted nothing so good. Lord, ain’t no lie. But, that’s the way, the dice are landed. Who’s to say they’re not right? I never met a rich man that I liked. Last po’ man turn out the light. Chomp chomp chomp… I have seen things that money can’t buy; from a moving freight to a midnight sky. I have cooked my food on a hobo fire. Never tasted nothing so good. Lord, ain’t no lie. That’s the way, the dice are landed. Who’s to say they’re not right? I never met a rich man that I liked. Last po’ man turn out the light. Turn out the light… Turn out the light… Turn out the light… (If I'm wrong, tell me please. This was my best guess.)
Here's my best guess: Last Po’ Man - Seasick Steve I gotta keep rollin’ and movin’ on no matter how many times I go wrong. Ain’t got no time to say goodbye. If I ever was alive, Oh, I’ll surely die. And I shot a man for the money. I shot a man for the rag. Some men lay down every night in a feather bed. Some men, just a sleeping bag. But, that’s the way, the dice are landed. Who’s to say they’re not right? But that’s the way, life can roll. Last po’ man turn out the light. I have seen things that money can’t buy; from a moving freight to a midnight sky. I have cooked my food on a hobo fire. Never tasted nothing so good. Lord, ain’t no lie. But, that’s the way, the dice are landed. Who’s to say they’re not right? I never met a rich man that I liked. Last po’ man turn out the light. Chomp chomp chomp… I have seen things that money can’t buy; from a moving freight to a midnight sky. I have cooked my food on a hobo fire. Never tasted nothing so good. Lord, ain’t no lie. That’s the way, the dice are landed. Who’s to say they’re not right? I never met a rich man that I liked. Last po’ man turn out the light. Turn out the light… Turn out the light… Turn out the light…
