Here you are Roger.

Mick

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IT'S TOO SHORT

Now I'm down and out, ain't got no friends around. (x2)
I'm going from door to door, everybody turns me down.

Now my woman she treats me like I'm a motherless child, (x2)
My baby she don't give me a pleasant smile.

Now here I am, people, all out in the ice and snow, (x2)
My clothes all in pawn, ain't got nowhere to go.

She said she liked my music, but my tune's too short. (x2)
If she gets a long-winded player she's sure to get caught.

Now babe I can't help it if I can't play long; (x2)
I'm just a skinny fellow and I ain't very strong.

(Spoken over instrumental:)
Ah beat it on out boys.
Lay your racket Jack.
Feed me boy.
Ah, that's the trouble.
I can't help it if my tune's too short, baby let me play it again.

Source: Leroy Carr, album Piano Blues 1930-1935