Dopesick Blues
Got to get downtown, better get there fast
Have not slept since the night before last
See my reflection in the window of the old El train
Been panhandling in the pouring rain
Went to the market over on B street
And said can you give me some dollar bills for my change
Cashier said son we cannot do that for you here
And you know she looked at me kind of strange
Well it don't take much to cut me loose
Don't leave me sitting here again with them mean old dopesick blues
Lord have mercy, won't you tell me the news
Don't leave me crying here again with them mean old dopesick blues
Wherever this is going and wherever this may lead
Won't you send some angels down to Kensington to come and get me
Walk across the alleyway, try and pull myself together
Bum a cigarette and smell the weather
It is getting cold, cold, cold, yeah real chilly
Got to find a place to sleep in the heart of north philly
Sure don't want to sell my guitar
But even poor old me has to pay the bills
Last night I had a vision I was walking through the streets of Paris with Uma Thurman
Over by the Hotel de Ville
Well it don't take much to cut me loose
Don't leave me sitting here again with them mean old dopesick blues
Lord have mercy, won't you give me the news
Don't leave me crying here again with them mean old dopesick blues
Wherever this is going and wherever this may lead
Won't you send some angels down to Kensington to come and get me
As time went on, I got myself off the street
There are twenty six candles hoping they will meet me
Well it's four in the morning and you know I just cannot sleep
Tell the shepherd to look out, the wolves are coming for the sheep
Maybe we are just dead flowers babe
And we have yet to see our first spring
These euphemisms for despair
I think they are about to crown me king
Well it don't take much to cut me loose
Don't leave me sitting here again with them mean old dopesick blues
Lord have mercy, won't you give me the news
Don't leave me crying here again with these old dopesick blues
Wherever this is going and wherever this may lead
Won't you send some angels down to Kensington to come and get me
Have not slept since the night before last
See my reflection in the window of the old El train
Been panhandling in the pouring rain
Went to the market over on B street
And said can you give me some dollar bills for my change
Cashier said son we cannot do that for you here
And you know she looked at me kind of strange
Well it don't take much to cut me loose
Don't leave me sitting here again with them mean old dopesick blues
Lord have mercy, won't you tell me the news
Don't leave me crying here again with them mean old dopesick blues
Wherever this is going and wherever this may lead
Won't you send some angels down to Kensington to come and get me
Walk across the alleyway, try and pull myself together
Bum a cigarette and smell the weather
It is getting cold, cold, cold, yeah real chilly
Got to find a place to sleep in the heart of north philly
Sure don't want to sell my guitar
But even poor old me has to pay the bills
Last night I had a vision I was walking through the streets of Paris with Uma Thurman
Over by the Hotel de Ville
Well it don't take much to cut me loose
Don't leave me sitting here again with them mean old dopesick blues
Lord have mercy, won't you give me the news
Don't leave me crying here again with them mean old dopesick blues
Wherever this is going and wherever this may lead
Won't you send some angels down to Kensington to come and get me
As time went on, I got myself off the street
There are twenty six candles hoping they will meet me
Well it's four in the morning and you know I just cannot sleep
Tell the shepherd to look out, the wolves are coming for the sheep
Maybe we are just dead flowers babe
And we have yet to see our first spring
These euphemisms for despair
I think they are about to crown me king
Well it don't take much to cut me loose
Don't leave me sitting here again with them mean old dopesick blues
Lord have mercy, won't you give me the news
Don't leave me crying here again with these old dopesick blues
Wherever this is going and wherever this may lead
Won't you send some angels down to Kensington to come and get me
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Writer(s): Theodore Kradzinski, Theordore Kradzinski
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