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| 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 |