Ryan Harkrider - As The Streetcars Roll Down St. Charles lyrics

rate me

queeze a lemon till the juice runs sweet

Pace in circles with your tap shoes feet

Prick your finger make your body scream in color

Watch a sunset paint it black and grey

Dance with carneys in the alleyway

Drop the ball and fill it up with clay and water

Help me outta here I gotta get home by morning

I've grown tired and cold standing out here on the corner

Streetcars are coming could you spare me a dime or a quarter

And help me outta here I gotta get home by morning

Cut some slack for the kids in back

Put a penny on the railroad track

Pretend we're old and the earth is flat and hollow

Spin the planets teach them right from wrong

Fall asleep with the tv on

Wake up early sell your friends a brand new shampoo

Help me outta here I gotta get home by morning

I've grown tired and cold standing out here on the corner

Streetcars are coming could you spare me a dime or a quarter

And help me outta here I gotta get home by morning

There's a man over there with his hands in the air

Hoping there's a god who can hear his prayer

He's got a beer and a cig and he's dancing a jig

Like a big horn player in a small time gig

And he says help me outta here I gotta get home by morning

I have gotta fold if these are the cards I'm holding

Take a walk with me and lend me a hand or a shoulder

And help me outta here I gotta get home by morning