"Babysitting Blues" Songtext
von Albert Collins

And it′s so hard
Babysitting these guys
She's got the

I got this call from Brenda, I went to pick her up
The tire had a blowout and my mom′s car got shot up
And these guys started to chase us
And we all got hijacked
We're cruising down the highway in this big old Cadillac

And it's so hard
Babysitting these guys
She′s got the babysitting blues
I′ve got the babysitting blues


There are nights you swear you were born to lose, like tonight
And you wish your feet were walking in someone else's shoes
Some guys are out to get us
And Brenda′s probably dead
We ain't got a nickel
And they should be in bed
And you′re out of luck
Out of luck watching these guys

I've got the babysitting blues
Babysitting blues
Babysitting blues

There are nights you swear you were born to lose, like tonight
And you wish your feet were walking in someone else′s shoes
Some guys are out to get her
And the girl's probably dead
She ain't got a nickel
And we should be in bed
And you′re out of luck
Out of luck watching these guys

I′ve got the babysitting blues
Babysitting blues
Babysitting blues