Church Street Blues Lyrics

Verse 1
Well I've been hangin' outta town, Lord in that low down rain
Watchin' good time Charle friends is a drivin' me insane
Up on shadey Charlotte Street both the green lghts look red
I wish I was back home on the farm Lord in my feather bed

Chorus
And I got myself a rockin' chair
To see if I could lose
These thin dime hard time
Hell on Church Street blues

Verse 2
I found myself a picker friend that read yesterday's news I folded up page 21 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

(Chorus)

Verse 3
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 stay right here and pick and sing a while
Try to make me a little change and give those folks a smile

(Chorus)x2

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