Black Boy Dynamite Blues

Black boy dynamite blues
Coming to town at night to drink up and drop the news
«You'll get yours but I’ll get mine first
Count down your hour, boy, 'til dynamite burst»
Yeah
Downtown full of gasoline fume
Black boy keep crossing the line
Hanging on to the telephone
Keep nicking the nickel and dime
He’s here for the money
He’s here for the crash
Music that overlong dues to keep us remain insane
And give us blues
Oh 'til the morning comes
Give all the love he got
Oh then you’re getting some
Yeah
Woo
Black girl running around town
To keep up and sing the blues
«Yeah I’m pretty dolled up
But I ain’t nobody’s fool»
She’s here for the loving
She’s here for the cash
Electric melodies buzzing through the night
So give us love
Oh 'til the morning comes
Oh yeah give all the love she got
Oh then you’re getting some
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Right on
Brother
Sister
Get together
For love
That’s right
Yeah
It’s the dynamite blues
Dynamite blues
Dynamite blues
Dynamite blues
It’s the dynamite blues
Black boy dynamite blues
Black boy dynamite blues
Yeah