Back on the corner
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I'm singing the blues
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I can see my reflection
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In the shine of your shoes
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Like Momma used to say
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No news is good news
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And I'm back on the corner again
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Back on the corner
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Got my seeing-eye dog
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He's blind as justice
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And hungry as a hog
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I feel like a prince
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But I look like a frog
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And I'm back on the corner again
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Back on the corner
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Pitching pennies and dimes
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Hell, I don't even know
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How I got here this time
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Singing for my supper at 12th Street and Vine
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Back on the corner again
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Used to take seven pills
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Just to get up in the morning
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From seven different doctors
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With seven different warnings
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I'd call 'em up to say I'm coming apart
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They'd say call us back when the fireworks start
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Well I lost my address
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I lost my wife
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I lost my children
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I lost my knife
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But if you trifle with me
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It's my life against your life
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Back on the corner again
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Back on the corner
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Something's sticking in my craw
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How come everything I do
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Is up against the law
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You can't arrest a man, can you
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For trying to break his own fall
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Back on the corner again
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Back on the corner
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Got a pidgeon for a friend
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He said he'd come to see me
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But he did not say when
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One of these days
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He's gonna fly back home and then
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Back on the corner again
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Every long, drawn step it took to get me here
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Was full of best intentions
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Bright hopes and good cheer
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With dreams made out of silk
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Lined with silver and gold
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Too beautiful to mention
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Too heavy to ever hold
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Well, I'm back on the corner
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With the pimps and the whores
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Least I know what they're standing here for
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She smiles, tips me a dollar,
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And I play her one more
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Back on the corner again
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Back on the corner again
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Back on the corner again
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Back On The Corner
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| John Hiatt |
