Slums of My Mind - Live Acoustic

The troubles of the morning
Collecting my dimes
Bottles and tin cans
These old friends of mine
I'm living on empties
And filling on rinds
But I can't go downtown
The slums of my mind

I'm free in the evening
To sleep in the park
I've got some new wheels on
An old shopping cart
And Ruby's a-swinging
From stars up on high
But I can't go downtown
The slums of my mind

A dirty old preacher
Who sold me my soul
He dug me a garden
And filled it with holes
I slept in the shelter
And drank from his wine
Left me here singing
The slums of my mind

Well Ruby's are singing
A song in the dark
And I'm just here dreaming
Of holding her heart
She told me she loved me
It's been such a long time
But I can't go downtown
The slums of my mind



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Fox
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