I’ve been in every kind of band and show, from Bangor, Maine to Boise, Idaho
I’ve had my troubles and I’ve paid my dues, but still I’m saddled with these same old blues

I started out when I was young and green; been on the road since I was sweet sixteen
Somehow I haven’t sold a single song; somebody tell me where did I go wrong

Chorus: Sittin’ dreamin’ on a street corner, wondering how to keep warm
I’m so darn broke, I’m down to my last toke; I’m a child of the windy storm

I took my story to a man who knew; he told me “I can make a star of you.”
Took me for everything that I called mine; now I’m stranded on the dotted line

I spent a summer in the county jail; my local voted not to pay my bail
They’re never with you when the times are hard; I feel like tearing up my union card

Chorus: Sittin’ dreamin’ on a street corner, wondering how to keep warm
I’m so darn broke, I’m down to my last toke; I’m a child of the windy storm
Rock Bottom blues got me down…..

I’ll keep on rolling like the stone of old; through rain and fire and the freezing cold
I’m bitten by the rock and roll disease; So, won’t you help me make a record please?

Chorus: Sittin’ dreamin’ on a street corner, wondering how to keep warm
I’m so darn broke, I’m down to my last toke; I’m a child of the windy storm