Hey where are you going brother, you good old friend of mine.
Stick with me tonight and I will show you a good time.
And if you ain’t got the money.
Hell, I’ve got what you need.
Don’t you worry buddy, just pay me back next week.

Well I’ve got two voices in my head and for a while they spin.
The first one tells me “no” but the other’s going to win.
And you always get these offers,
when that’s the last thing that you need.
Every time I get them wind up sleeping in the street.

I’ve got that borrowed money blues.
I’ve got bar room money and now I’ve got to choose,
if I want to spend them or wake up feeling fine.
Lord I’ve been trough this shit for oh too many times.

The next day when I wake up, it ain’t no pretty scene.
The pounding in my head, it makes me want to scream.
I’ve got no money in my pocket, they all went down the drain.
Tomorrow when I’m feeling better, I’ll do it all again.

I’ve got that borrowed money blues.
I’ve got bar room money and now I’ve got to choose,
if I want to spend them or wake up feeling fine.
Lord I’ve been trough this shit for oh too many times.

Now I’ve got some money. Yes I’ve got loads of bread.
But instead of having fun I have to pay my debts.
My friends they all will be here soon. They’ve heard the money-news.
Tonight I have to stay at home and sing this worn-out blues.

I’ve got that borrowed money blues.
I’ve got bar room money and now I’ve got to choose,
if I want to spend them or wake up feeling fine.
Lord I’ve been trough this shit for oh too many times.