I’ve been in every kind of band and show
From Bangor, Maine to Boise, Idaho
I’ve had my troubles and I’ve paid my dues
But still I’m saddled with these same old blues
I started out when I was young and green
Been on the road since I was sweet sixteen
Somehow I haven’t sold a single song
Somebody tell me where did I go wrong
Sittin’ dreamin’ on a street corner
Wondering how to keep warm
I’m so darn broke
I’m down to my last toke
I’m a child of the windy storm
I took my story to a man who knew
He told me: I can make a star of you
Took me for everything that I called mine
Now I’m stranded on the dotted line
I spent a summer in the county jail
My local voted not to pay my bail
They’re never with you when the times are hard
I feel like tearing up my union card
Sittin’ dreamin’ on a street corner
Wondering how to keep warm
I’m so darn broke
I’m down to my last toke
I’m a child of the windy storm
Rock Bottom blues got me down
I’ll keep on rolling like the stone of old
Through rain and fire and the freezing cold
I’m bitten by the rock and roll disease
So, won’t you help me make a record please?
Sittin’ dreamin’ on a street corner
Wondering how to keep warm
I’m so darn broke
I’m down to my last toke
I’m a child of the windy storm
