I'm singing the blues
I can see my reflection
In the shine of your shoes
Like Momma used to say
No news is good news
And I'm back on the corner again
Back on the corner
Got my seeing-eye dog
He's blind as justice
And hungry as a hog
I feel like a prince
But I look like a frog
And I'm back on the corner again
Back on the corner
Pitching pennies and dimes
Hell, I don't even know
How I got here this time
Singing for my supper at 12th Street and Vine
Back on the corner again
Used to take seven pills
Just to get up in the morning
From seven different doctors
With seven different warnings
I'd call 'em up to say I'm coming apart
They'd say call us back when the fireworks start
Well I lost my address
I lost my wife
I lost my children
I lost my knife
But if you trifle with me
It's my life against your life
Back on the corner again
Back on the corner
Something's sticking in my craw
How come everything I do
Is up against the law
You can't arrest a man, can you
For trying to break his own fall
Back on the corner again
Back on the corner
Got a pidgeon for a friend
He said he'd come to see me
But he did not say when
One of these days
He's gonna fly back home and then
Back on the corner again
Every long, drawn step it took to get me here
Was full of best intentions
Bright hopes and good cheer
With dreams made out of silk
Lined with silver and gold
Too beautiful to mention
Too heavy to ever hold
Well, I'm back on the corner
With the pimps and the whores
Least I know what they're standing here for
She smiles, tips me a dollar,
And I play her one more
Back on the corner again
Back on the corner again
Back on the corner again
Back on the corner I'm singing the blues I can see my reflection In the shine of your shoes Like Momma used to say No news is good news And I'm back on the corner again Back on the corner Got my seeing-eye dog He's blind as justice And hungry as a hog I feel like a prince But I look like a frog And I'm back on the corner again Back on the corner Pitching pennies and dimes Hell, I don't even know How I got here this time Singing for my supper at 12th Street and Vine Back on the corner again Used to take seven pills Just to get up in the morning From seven different doctors With seven different warnings I'd call 'em up to say I'm coming apart They'd say call us back when the fireworks start Well I lost my address I lost my wife I lost my children I lost my knife But if you trifle with me It's my life against your life Back on the corner again Back on the corner Something's sticking in my craw How come everything I do Is up against the law You can't arrest a man, can you For trying to break his own fall Back on the corner again Back on the corner Got a pidgeon for a friend He said he'd come to see me But he did not say when One of these days He's gonna fly back home and then Back on the corner again Every long, drawn step it took to get me here Was full of best intentions Bright hopes and good cheer With dreams made out of silk Lined with silver and gold Too beautiful to mention Too heavy to ever hold Well, I'm back on the corner With the pimps and the whores Least I know what they're standing here for She smiles, tips me a dollar, And I play her one more Back on the corner again Back on the corner again Back on the corner again Explain Request ×
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