New Street Blues — текст песни (Gerry Rafferty)

"Do it on the microphone, thank you, Gerald" (you have to turn it up way loud to hear this)

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.



Electric Guitar: Roger Brown
Keyboards: Tom Parker
Bass: Gary Taylor
Drums: Henry Spinetti
Lead Vocals: Gerry Rafferty
Backing Vocals: Gerry Rafferty / Joe Egan