Gerry Rafferty - New Street Blues Lyrics

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New Street Blues

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What Are The Lyrics For New Street Blues By Gerry Rafferty?
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. Hold on, I'm getting the new street blues. 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. |
Who Wrote New Street Blues By Gerry Rafferty?
Gerry Rafferty
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What's The Duration Of The New Street Blues By Gerry Rafferty?The duration of New Street Blues is 2:57 minutes and seconds. |
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