Church Street Blues

I've been hanging out of town, Lord, in that low-down rain Watching good-time Charlie, friends, is 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 that read yesterday's news I folded up page 21 and I stuck it in my shoes I gave me a nickel to the poor, my good turn for the day 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 and 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