Well, I've been a-hangin' out of town, Lord, in that low down rain

Watchin' good time Charlie Francis drivin' me insane

Up on shady Charlotte Street, Lord, the green lights look red

I wish I's back home on the farm, Lord, in my feather bed

And I got myself a rockin' chair to see if I could lose

These thin dime, hard time

Hell on Church Street blues

I found myself a picker friend who's read yesterday's news

I folded up page 21 and stuck it in my shoes

I gave me a nickel to the poor, my good turn for the day

I folded up my own billfold and threw it far away

And I got myself a rocking chair to see if I could lose

These thin dime, hard time

Hell on Church Street blues

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 gonna stay right here, and pick and sing a while

Try to make me a little change and give them folks a smile

And I got myself a rocking chair to see if I could lose

These thin dime, hard time

Hell on Church Street blues

And I got myself a rocking chair to see if I could lose

These thin dime, hard time

Hell on Church Street blues