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 Chorus: 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 Chorus 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 Chorus
