Тексты песен
Well, I've been a-hangin' out of town, Lord, in that low down rain
Watchin' good time Charlie Francis drivin' me insane
Up on shady Charlotte Street, Lord, the green lights look red
I wish I's 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 who's read yesterday's news
I folded up page 21 and stuck it in my shoes
I gave me a nickel to the poor, my good turn for the day
I folded up my own billfold and 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
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 them folks a smile
And I got myself a rocking chair to see if I could lose
These thin dime, hard time
Hell on Church Street blues
And I got myself a rocking chair to see if I could lose
These thin dime, hard time
Hell on Church Street blues
