Church Street Blues

I been hangin' out uptown, Lord, in that low down rain Watchin' good time Charlie Francis drivin' me insane Up on shady Charlotte Street those green lights look red I wish I was back home on the farm, Lord, in my feather bed I found myself a paper friend who's read yesterday's news I folded up page twenty-one and stuck it in my shoes I gave me a nickel to the poor my good turn for the day I folded up my old billfold and I threw it far away And I got myself a rockin' chair To see if I could lose These thin dime hard times Hell on Church Street blues I wish I had some guitar strings Old Black Diamond brand I'd string up this Martin box and go and join some band But I guess I'll just stay right here and pick and sing a while Try to earn me a little change and give them folks a smile And I got myself a rockin' chair To see if I could lose These thin dime hard times And I got myself a rockin' chair To see if I could lose These thin dime hard times Hell on Church Street blues