| 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 |