"Do it on the microphone, thank you, Gerald" (you have to turn it up way loud to hear this)
Sitting here is really bringing me down
I think I'll get up and go downtown
Have a drink and maybe look up a friend
To talk the hours away and hope the night will never end
Look in my pockets to see what I've got
I count my money, I don't have a lot
The situation is always the same
I've got to get out of here, this place is driving me insane
Hold on, I'm getting the new street blues
About a year ago, I knocked on this door
I asked my friend if I could sleep on the floor
He took me in, said I was welcome to stay
I told him then that I was going to pay him back someday
He took me in and all he asked was a song
It didn't sound me when I knew it was wrong
It got so bad that we were drunk every night
And I'd pretend that come tomorrow night things would be alright
Hold on, I'm getting the new street blues
Sitting here is really bringing me down
I think I'll get up and go downtown
Have a drink and maybe look up a friend
To talk the hours away and hope the night will never end
Look in my pockets to see what I've got
I count my money, I don't have a lot
The situation is always the same
I've got to get out of here, this place is driving me insane
Hold on, I'm getting the new street blues
About a year ago, I knocked on this door
I asked my friend if I could sleep on the floor
He took me in, said I was welcome to stay
I told him then that I was going to pay him back someday
He took me in and all he asked was a song
It didn't sound me when I knew it was wrong
It got so bad that we were drunk every night
And I'd pretend that come tomorrow night things would be alright
Hold on, I'm getting the new street blues
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!