Punch Brothers - Church Street Blues lyrics

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