Short Street Blues - Malcolm Holcombe

Gonna tell ya a tale 'bout livin' in a hell of a neighborhood next to town

Folks 'round here drink a lot of cheap wine and stay crazy most-a the time

People hangin' out on the corner wastin' my time an' bummin' my quarters

We ain’t gotta lot o' money it’s true, buyin' cigarettes a nickel for two

Me an' my baby, we both agree

I say, livin' on short street, ain’t our cup o' tea

(No!)

Honey make some coffee, pack up the boxes

Pick da pennies up off-a the floor

We ain’t livin' on short street anymore

You gotta keep things down after midnight and no tappin' yo foot on the floor

No mo' singin' them country songs o' the broomstick’ll bounce below

Rats moved in and we losin' out, the neighbors don’t care if we scream an' shout

(Scream)

Talkin' 'bout the rent is due, the hell with the short street blues

Me an' my baby, we both agree

I say, livin' on short street, ain’t our cup o' tea

(No!)

Honey make some coffee, pack up the boxes

Pick da pennies up off-a the floor

We ain’t livin' on short street anymore

(No!)

(Not all)

The bathroom’s out on the back porch, the front door’s just a rickety gate

Yard’s full o' them groundhog holes, an' the neighborhood jus' ain’t safe

But ev’rybody’s gotta do what they gotta do, ev’rybody gonna say what they

gonna say

I say, honey, the rent is due, the hell with the short street blues

Me an' my baby, we both agree

Say, livin' on short street, ain’t our cup o' tea

(No)

Honey, make some coffee, pack up the boxes

Pick da pennies up off-a the floor

We ain’t livin' on short street anymore

Me an' my baby, we both agree

Still livin' on short street, ain’t our cup o' tea (no, no)

Honey make some coffee, pack up the boxes

Pick da pennies up off-a the floor

We ain’t livin' on short street

Ain’t livin' on short street

I’d rather live on the street (Now)

We ain’t livin' on short street anymore

(Ha!)