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 Lousiana

Stick my finger ain't that a shame

People come haggle and paw on my artwork

But no two of my dresses are ever the same

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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

And love for the music is what keeps me here

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I'm a rich man I ain't talking 'bout money

I'm a 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

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