Lyrics
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