Church St. Blues

歌詞

Lord I been hangin' out of town in that low down rain Watchin' good time Charlie friend is drivin' me insane Down on shady Charlotte Street the green lights look red Wish I was back home on the farm in my feather bed. Get myself a rockin' chair To see if I can lose Them thin dime hard times Hell on Church Street blues. Found myself a picker friend who's read yesterday's news Folded up page twenty-one and stuck it in my shoe Gave a nickle to the poor my good turn for the day Folded up my own little folder threw it far away. Lord I wish I had some guitar strings Old Black Diamond brand I'd string up this old Martin box and go and join some band But I guess I'll just stay right here just pick and sing a while Try to make me a little change and give them folks a smile