Church Street Blues

I've been hanging out in town, Lord, in that low-down rain

Watching good time Charlie Francis driving me insane

Up on shady Charlotte Street, Lord, the green lights look red

I wish I was back home on the farm, Lord, in my feather bed

I found myself a paper friend I read yesterday's news

I folded up page twenty-one and I 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 rocking chair to see if I could lose

These thin dime, hard time

Hell on Church Street blues

I wish I had some guitar strings Old Black Diamond brand

I'd string up this Martin box and I'd 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, give them folks a smile

And I got myself a rocking chair to see if I could lose

These thin dime, hard time

And I got myself a rocking chair to see if I could lose

These thin dime, hard time

Hell on Church Street blues