Track 1973/2Selling the Blues

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Along by the river, in the city of dreams The steam whistle blows and the crawfish steam There's a man on the corner singing every kind of bad news Not a dime in his pocket for he's too busy sellin' the blues Now everyone sees that he once was a leaf Now he spends all his days just shufflin' his feet He's the king of his corner from his head down to his shoes Without a dime in his pocket for he's too busy sellin' the blues He'll tell you his story in the blink of an eye But pay no attention, it's just a sack of lies He can deal you a lyric like a race he's chained to Not a dime in his pocket for he's too busy sellin' the blues