Church Street Blues

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

And i got myself a rockin' chair
To see if i could lose
These thin dime hard time
Hell on church street blues

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

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