From the album New Orleans To Austin

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Lyrics

Rich man's got the money
He don't care if he's a jerk
A working man has got no consolation
But his work
I'm just one more galley slave
Chained to the oars on this pleasure cruise
I'm here in Austin, Texas
Singing those old Sixth Street Blues

I'm not playing for the money
I'm playing for the need
Anyone who's ever seen my
Cash flow has agreed
It must be some strange kind of love
The kind a sane man would refuse
I'm still in Austin, Texas
Singing those old Sixth Street Blues

If you look there on my wall
I think you're going to see
My diploma from the school of hard knocks
Got my S.O.L. Ph.D

I can sing as if my life
Was depending on that sound
I can make this guitar cry
Like it's the last time going down
Rich man doesn't care
I'm just one more tool to use
Still here in Austin, Texas
Singing those old Sixth Street Blues