Down At The End Of Lonely Street

Sat in the Tupelo hardware store

Waiting for a buyer to arrive

A price tag hanging from my neck

Six dollars ninety five

When a woman and a scrawny kid

Come through the big glass door

Her name is Gladys the proprietor says

And they both look run down poor

It’s January nineteen forty six

Close to his birthday I’m told

He com...

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