Church Street Blues - Punch Brothers

Lyrics by：Norman Blake

I been hangin' out uptown

Lord in that low down rain

Watchin' good time Charlie

Francis drivin' me insane

Up on shady Charlotte Street

Those green lights look red

I wish I was back home on the farm

Lord in my feather bed

I found myself a paper friend

Who's read yesterday's news

I folded up page twenty-one

And stuck it in my shoes

I gave me a nickel to the poor

My good turn for the day

I folded up my old billfold

And I threw it far away

And I got myself a rockin' chair

To see if I could lose

These thin dime hard times

Hell on Church Street blues

I wish I had some guitar strings

Old Black Diamond brand

I'd string up this Martin box

And go and join some band

But I guess I'll just stay right

Here and pick and sing a while

Try to earn me a little change

And give them folks a smile

And I got myself a rockin' chair

To see if I could lose

These thin dime hard times

And I got myself a rockin' chair

To see if I could lose

These thin dime hard times

Hell on Church Street blues