TH
Back on the Street Again 2
(Tom Dundee)

I guess the old landlord could not afford
To keep me anymore
'Cause there's a county notice hanging on a nail
And a padlock on my door;
But I've still got everything that I own
From my head down to the floor
I've got my pockets full of hands, a dollar twenty-seven cents,
And a key I don't need no more.

Back on the street again;
Back on my feet again;
Hanging out, hanging on and hanging in
On the street again.

So I went by Rose and what do you suppose
She said concerning our affair?
She said I had to go because someone I didn't know
Sure didn't want to find me there;
She said, "He's got money, a fancy car and, Honey,
He's got a lot of love to give";
Ain't that exactly the order she's taking him for;
Ain't this a hell of a way to live?

So I went down to the bar and met a little sweetheart
That said she was waiting for her friends;
She said, "We like to fool around and we all hit town
Just this evening from South Bend"
I though my ship had come in until I saw her friends:
It was her husband and her second cousin, Flo;
And I wonder if I have to tell you any more about her cousin,
You probably already know

She was ornery, drunk and mean and I was somewhere in between,
Wondering "Is this ride worth the fare?"
So I excused myself and went into the back for just a minute
To weigh the situation with care.
Back on the street again;
Back on my feet again;
Hanging out, hanging on and hanging in
On the street again.

copyright Tom Dundee
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