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Lyrics

A man sold his car, to buy some fuel
Now he walks around all day, the crazy fool
An the kid next door to me, he couldn't swim
Stripped off on a riverbank an jumped right in
An the old cat lady, she passed away
Her cats have long gone but he ghost remains
There's a young man playin, some old Dylan tune
Can't seem to lose these Great Homer Street,,,blues.

An the house on the corner an old girl waits
For her man doin' time, in another place
There's a worn out junkie, who's seen it all before
The casualty, of a failed drugs war
An the divorced lady, in the tight red dress
She leaves her blinds open when the boys walk past
She ain't goin nowhere, in them high heel shoes
Can't seem to lose these Great Homer Street,,,blues.

It ain't no mystery, its just the way things are
We lose direction as we reach for the stars.

A man lies bleeding, by the traffic lights
Could be too much whiskey or too many fights
A police car siren, a stray dog barks
Vampires drinkin' cheap wine in the local park
Everybody on the weekend, there all doin coke
But the old time hippies they still, like a smoke
I might spend the evening, on a bar room stool
Just to try an lose these Great Homer Street,,,blues.

🎼 Recorded at Crosstown Studios by Jon Lawton.