Текст песни 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