Down by the river In the city of dreams The stream whistle blows And the crawfish steam Theres a man on the corner singing Every kind of bad news Not a dime in his pocket for he’s To busy selling the blues Now everyone see’s That he once was elite But now he spends everyday Just shuffling his feet He’s the king of his corner From his head down to his shoes Not a dime in his pocket for he’s To busy selling the blues He’ll tell you his story In the blink of an eye But pay no attention Cause it’s all a big lie He can deal you a lyric Like a racy Chanteuse Not a dime in his pocket for he’s To busy selling the blues
