Song Description

Simple folk song with vox, gtr, bass, and drums.

Lyrics

My ex-wife sued me my car's re-possessed
My wallet's empty my soul is a mess
My heart's been stolen the cops don't care
They say "you're better off" it don't seem fair
The older I get the more I'm confused
About everything 'cept the Park Avenue Blues

My job is gone to save the boss some dough
It wasn't enough so he had to go
Streets are filled with people and signs
Who lost their money then lost their minds
I came here cause I didn't know what to do
Now my pockets filled with Park Avenue Blues

Bridge:
This might sound crazy but I'm standing tall
When they told me to dance I didn't move at all

Uncle Sam said "you made too much"
Politicians don't want to give me a crutch
The courts are trying to take what's left
They call it justice but I call it theft
Make an offer they can't refuse
Got no money just the Park Avenue Blues

Thieves in the alley thieves in the bank
Now it's all gone who could I thank
Got my freedom that's what I think
Whenever I get some coin for a drink
No one can say I got nothing to lose
Until they take my Park Avenue Blues
No one can say I got nothing to lose
Until they take my Park Avenue Blues
Until they take my Park Avenue Blues