Church Street Blues

Well I've been hangin' out uptown, Lordy in that lowdown rain

Watching good time Charlie friend is a-driving me insane

And up on shady Charlotte Street, Lord, the green lights look red

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

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

These thin dime, hard time, hell on Church Street blues

Well I found myself a picker friend and I read yesterday's news

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

Well 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

Well I wish I had some guitar strings, old black diamond brand

I'd string up this old Martin box and I'd go and join some band

But I guess I'm a-gonna 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 time, hell on Church Street blues

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

These thin dime, hard time, hell on Church Street blues