Back On The Corner

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