Bad Trip

I've been saving money for seven years, long years,
Just to meet the place where the blues was born, suppose to be

I know my accent was funny cause i’m a brazilian,
And i have no idea why i play i feel the blues on my soul

And fact i know how my rich is my country song in a way
I keep trying to play the blues

Walking day and night, like a crazy freak son of a gun, just to do this trip
Well, when i finally met new orleans i could play in bourbon street whit a guitar slim junior band, crazy guys

But when my visa was done i gone arrested i they send me back where i came from

Shame, shame, shame, i say shame on me
Shame, shame, shame, shame on me

I lost all my money with layers just to learn something that i already know