50年代シカゴブルース味を感じるモダンブルース楽曲です。

That streetlamp buzz
Late bill in my hand
Boots on broken concrete
I’m a one-man band

Got a notice on my doorframe
Red ink spellin’ out “you through”
Landlord talkin’ like a preacher
But this rent won’t pay the blues
My woman packed that suitcase
Didn’t even slam the door
Just a coffee cup still sittin’
Where her smile don’t live no more

I got the back alley testify
Lord
Where the trash fires burn all night
I lay my sins on this sidewalk
Till the sunrise turns ‘em white
If the devil wants my story
He gon’ hear it line by line
On this back alley testify
Where the lost boys learn to shine

Boss man at the factory
Shut it down at break of day
Said “son
Times are gettin’ harder”
Then he took my time away
So I’m laughin’ with the losers
Dice jumpin’ through the dark
Every shake a little prayer
Every win a tiny spark

Gravelly]You can keep your Sunday suit
I got grease under these hands
When I raise ‘em to that midnight sky
I make thunder understand