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City Hustle Blues
Woke up this mornin',
same routine but different day.
Woke up this mornin',
same routine but different day.
There ain't no job for me around here,
but somehow gotta make my pay.
There are sirens in the distance
always somethin' goin' down.
There are sirens in the distance
always somethin' goin' down.
funny thing to me is
ain't no cop when you need one around.
There's a hooker on the corner.
There's a beggar down the street.
There's a hooker on the corner.
There a beggar down the street,
he's rootin' through a trash can,
ain't got nothin' on his feet.
Ima go down to the subway
try an' make a buck or two.
Yes, Ima go down to the subway
try an' make a buck or two.
Jus' hope I make some bills
before my busking day is through.
All day I see the faces,
the worry, stress, the frown.
All day I see the faces,
the worry, stress, the frown.
seems like I'm not the only one around here
who is feelin' a little down.
But still I keep on playin'
don't know when I'm gonna end.
Still I keep on playin' them notes
don't know when I'm gonna end
all I know is that tomorrow
I'll be right back here again.
My hands are numb, my feet are achin',
gonna hang out at my bar.
My hands are numb, my feet are achin' Lord,
gonna hang out at my bar.
There ain't nowhere I gotta be
and here, nobody cares just who you are.
Someone got shot dead tonight,
that's what I jus' heard on the news.
I said, someone got shot tonight,
that's what I jus' heard on the news.
Same old story, different name, but
that's the city hustle blues.
By DB (07/29/2011)
same routine but different day.
Woke up this mornin',
same routine but different day.
There ain't no job for me around here,
but somehow gotta make my pay.
There are sirens in the distance
always somethin' goin' down.
There are sirens in the distance
always somethin' goin' down.
funny thing to me is
ain't no cop when you need one around.
There's a hooker on the corner.
There's a beggar down the street.
There's a hooker on the corner.
There a beggar down the street,
he's rootin' through a trash can,
ain't got nothin' on his feet.
Ima go down to the subway
try an' make a buck or two.
Yes, Ima go down to the subway
try an' make a buck or two.
Jus' hope I make some bills
before my busking day is through.
All day I see the faces,
the worry, stress, the frown.
All day I see the faces,
the worry, stress, the frown.
seems like I'm not the only one around here
who is feelin' a little down.
But still I keep on playin'
don't know when I'm gonna end.
Still I keep on playin' them notes
don't know when I'm gonna end
all I know is that tomorrow
I'll be right back here again.
My hands are numb, my feet are achin',
gonna hang out at my bar.
My hands are numb, my feet are achin' Lord,
gonna hang out at my bar.
There ain't nowhere I gotta be
and here, nobody cares just who you are.
Someone got shot dead tonight,
that's what I jus' heard on the news.
I said, someone got shot tonight,
that's what I jus' heard on the news.
Same old story, different name, but
that's the city hustle blues.
By DB (07/29/2011)
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