Well, I've been (a) hanging out uptown, Lord, in that lowdown rainWatching Good Time Charlie freeze is (a) 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 Chorus: And I got myself a rocking chair to see if I could lose These thin dimes, hard times, hell on Church Street blues I found myself a picker friend, I read yesterday's news I folded up page twenty-one 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 Chorus 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 going to stay right here and (a) pick and sing awhile Try to make me a little change and give them folks a smile Chorus Chorus