Lyrics Church St. Blues - Norman Blake

Lord I been hangin' out of town in that low down rain
Watchin' good time Charlie friend is drivin' me insane
Down on shady Charlotte Street the green lights look red
Wish I was back home on the farm in my feather bed

Get myself a rockin' chair
To see if I can lose
Them thin dime hard times
Hell on Church Street blues

Found myself a paper friend who's read yesterday's news
Folded up page twenty-one and stuck it in my shoe
Gave a nickel to the poor my good turn for the day
Folded up my old billfold threw it far away

Lord 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'll just stay right here just pick and sing a while
Try to make me a little change and give them folks a smile