Il testo della New street blues

"do it on the microphone, thank you, gerald"

Sittin' 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 gettin' 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 things would be alright

Hold on, i'm gettin' the new street blues

New, new, new street blues, i've got
New, new, new street blues, i've got
New, new, new street blues, i've got

Sittin' here is really bringin' 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 gettin' the new street blues