 Well, I've been hanging out uptown, Lordy, in that lowdown rain. Watching good time, Charlie, friend, is a-driving me insane. And up on shady Charlotte Street, Lord, the green lights look red. I wish I was back home on the farm, Lordy, in my feather bed. And I got myself a rocking chair to see if I could lose these thin-dime, hard-time, hell-on-church street blues.