Sitting here is really bringing me down

I think I'll get up and go downtown

Have a drink and maybe look up a friend

To talk the hours away and hope the night will never end

Look in my pockets to see what I've got

I count my money, I don't have a lot

The situation is always the same

I've got to get out of here, this place is driving me insane



Hold on, I'm getting the new street blues



About a year ago, I knocked on this door

I asked my friend if I could sleep on the floor

He took me in, said I was welcome to stay

I told him then that I was going to pay him back someday

He took me in and all he asked was a song

?It didn't sound? me when I knew it was wrong

It got so bad that we were drunk every night

And I'd pretend that come tomorrow night things would be alright



New, new, new street blues

I've got new, new, new street blues