Church Street Blues

Well, I been hangin' out of town, Lord

In that low down rain

Watchin' good-time Charlie, friends, is drivin' me insane

Up on shady Charlotte Street all the green lights look red

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

And I got myself a rocking chair

To see if I could lose

These thin dime hard times

The hell on Church Street blues

I found myself a picker friend that read yesterday's news

I folded up page twenty-one and stuck it in my shoe

I gave me a nickel to the poor, my good turn for the day

I folded up my old billfold and threw it far away

And I got myself a rocking chair

To see if I could lose

These thin dime hard times

Hell on Church Street blues

Well, 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'm gonna to stay right here

And to pick and sing a while

Try to make 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 times

The hell on Church Street blues

And I got myself a rocking chair

To see if I could lose

These thin dime hard times

The hell on Church Street blues