No Business-Jimi Hendrix

No Business - Jimi Hendrix Get out you bum, we don't want your kind in here anymore! Laying in the alleyway Maybe some rich fool will come my way And throw me a dime Tthat's all I need to give me more wine All I got is to my name Is a beat up guitar with three broken strings And I sure know I'm just ain't taking care of no business Lookie here Hey kitty cat! Where you going? This part of the alley is my home Walking all over outside my wall Boy you sure got a whole lotta dogs I had a sandwich in a paper bag But a rat stole it, ain't that some drag? Lord, I know, I know I sure ain't taking care of no business Play the horn Now try to give me a job Feeding chickens and washing down hogs But that meant standing up all the time And standing up to me is just like dying I'm so lazy that I, I could cry But tears are just too lazy to fall out my eyes Lord, lord, lord, lord, I'm so messed up, can't even take care of no business Play it one more time Yeah! Oh, woe is me I sure wish I had me a sandwich Anything I'm so broke I can't even pay attention Uh, I'm so poor I couldn't even give you the time