Church Street Blues

Lord I been hangin' out of town in that low down rain

Watchin' good time Charlie friend is drivin' me insane

Down on shady Charlotte Street the green lights look red

Wish I was back home on the farm in my feather bed.

Get myself a rockin' chair

To see if I can lose

Them thin dime hard times

Hell on Church Street blues.

Found myself a picker friend who's read yesterday's news

Folded up page twenty-one and stuck it in my shoe

Gave a nickle to the poor my good turn for the day

Folded up my own little folder threw it far away.

Lord 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'll just stay right here just pick and sing a while

Try to make me a little change and give them folks a smile