Bluesman On the Corner


Got an old, dusty 6-string
Walkin’ down the line
Whenever I break a string
I replace it with fishin’ twine
No one wants to pay
To hear my fractured rhyme
Might be livin’ low on life
But I ain’t doin’ time
Find me sittin’ on the corner
By the ol’ hotel
Watchin’ all the people pass
Hear the stories they have to tell
All I got’s my guitar
Always on the roam
Wherever I fall asleep
Is where I call my home
I drink and pick all night
Sittin’ in the park
For all the lonely junkies
Shootin’ up in the dark.

Copyright © Drew Martin 2015


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