I've been hanging out in town, Lord, in that low-down rain
Watching good time Charlie Francis 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 I read yesterday's news
I folded up page twenty-one and stuck it in my shoes
I gave me a nickel to the poor my good turn for the day
I folded up my old billfold 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 guеss I'll just stay right here and pick and sing a while
Try to еarn me a little change, 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