I'm a hack driver in new york city I've got seven kids on the lower east side I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty But in rush hour hell you should see me drive
I'm a dressmaker in louisiana Stick my finger ain't that a shame People come to haggle and paw on my artwork But no two of my dresses are ever the same
How strange it seems to be me If tomorrow I opened my eyes And found myself somewhere else I wonder who I'd be
I'm the house man at a place called the exit The last band I heard bored me to tears But every so often I hear one that moves me Love for the music is what keeps me here
How strange it seems to be me I f tomorrow I opened my eyes And found myself somewhere else I wonder who I'd be
I'm a rich man I ain't talking 'bout money I'm blues singer at the eight by ten You go out searching for some grand tomorrow Don't worry 'bout me just drop by now and then
How strange it seems to be me I f tomorrow I opened my eyes And found myself somewhere else I wonder who I'd be
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