Текст песни 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
picker
friend
who's
read
yesterday's
news
Folded
up
page
twenty-one
and
stuck
it
in
my
shoe
Gave
a
nickle
to
the
poor
my
good
turn
for
the
day
Folded
up
my
own
little
folder
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.
1 Hand Me Down My Walking Cane
2 Under the Double Eagle
3 Six White Horses
4 Salt River
5 Old Grey Mare
6 Down At Mylow's House
7 Sleepu Eyed Joe/Indian Creek
8 Arkansas Traveler
9 The Girl I Left Behind Me
10 The Mistrel Boy to the War Has Gone/The Ash Grove
11 Church St. Blues
12 Macon Rag
13 Fiddler's Dram / Whiskey Before Breakfast
14 Slow Train Through Georgia
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