Street Corner Hustler Blues - Digitally Remastered 00

We'd like to sorta change things up just a little bit for ya here.
 Now here's a song - It's about a young man - that is, uh, widely known,
 throughout the world (heh heh) . espescially in my "ex" hometown.
 (Where I used to live.) See, this young man, 'svery popular young man
 and he was standing on a very well known corner on the South Side of,
 uh, my hometown, Chicago. This young man was standing on the corner of
 47th and South Parkway, Northeast corner. Now there stands a building
 that houses a Walgreens drugstore, a few of a little miscellaneous
 shops here and there (that's a commercial), um, and every Friday evening
 as the people would pass there, they couldn't help but notice this
 young man. Every Friday around four-thirty this young man would be seen
 standing on the corner of 47th and South Parkway in front of Walgreens.
 The young man was standing there because his girlfriend worked at
 Walgreens, and, as you all know, Friday the Eagle Flies. This young
 man was standing there and as the people passsed him, as always they
 couldn't help but notice him because he was wearing the very popular
 silk mohair-wool-worsted-continental-to-the-bone-two-hundred-and-fifty-
 dollar, hustler's suit: fresh 'out the pawnshop. He would also be
 wearing a pair of highly-shined alligator hustler shoes with the very
 popular white-on-white tab-collar shirt, very thin silk hustler's
 necktie tied around his neck. Very large artificial diamond stickpin
 in place. Now as they noticed even closer at this young man they
 couldn't help but notice around the sides of his hat that he was.
 heavily caulked to the bone. He was quite Patent-leatherish about
 the hair, they call it "The Hustler's Hairdo." A Process: Many pleats,
 'lotta creases, and all that greasy kid stuff. Sitting pressed upon
 this very lightly so as not to mess up his hairdo was his very stingy-
 brimmed. hustler's hat. His hustler-shades on, cigarette in hand, very
 broad smile on his face. As you looked around to see what this young
 man was staring at so hard and why he was so elated at what he saw, You
 couldn't help but notice his automobile parked at the curb. His
 automobile: white-on-white -in- whites. The Hustlers call 'em "Hogs";
 the trade name is Cadillac, thatsa' hustler's sure longs' th'finance
 company can't find out where he keeps it parked at night. All of a
 sudden this young man notices people passing him but glancing over
 their shoulders as they walk down the street. There was some great
 commotion coming down the street behind him, so he thought he would
 take a peek and see for himself what all this commotion was. This is what he saw when
 he looked down the street: With pin-curlers and rollers in her hair, head-
 rag tied very tight, very large razor in her left hand, big butcher
 knife in her right hand, housecoat, houseshoes. His wife. And she was
 steppin' fast, fast, fast, comin' after him, callin' him all sorts of dirty
 names and other things I can't mention up here or they'll close the
 place. He made a break for his automobile, 'fore he could get in the
 car 'n' get the motor started she was there cuttin'up the top-kickin'
 dents in the door. You jive Maryland Farmer! Out here jivin' around,
 the rent ain't paid, the baby's hungry-need-shoes, and you out actn'
 call' yoself pimpinin,' hustlin,' can on... and all them other good
 things. He jumped out the car 'n' threw the keys over to her, said
 baby listen, you can have this car, and anything else you want. Just
 don't cut my new suit. I just got it out' the pawn shop, and I got to
 have my front so I can keep on makin' my game. As he turned to walk
 away, the young man bowed his head slightly. He lifted his stingy brim
 from his patent leather 'do and sit lightly; he wouldn't shake it
 too hard, ya see, 'cause when you wear a process you have to go to the
 barbershop ev'ry day n get a comb-out: that costs two dollars, and he
 hadn't got his money from the lady yet. He began to mumble something,
 as he walked down the street, and as you listened closely you heard the
 young man saying these words. You could tell he was really troubled, he
 was saying these words is thisf. in this manner... he was saying:
 I'm... in a world of trouble
 I don't know what to do
 I'm supposed to be one woman's man
 But I am in love with two!
 One is my treasure
 And one is my treat
 They are both such a pleasure
 'Cause they're both so sweet
 I can't put either of 'em down
 That's 'awhy I'm slippin' round
 'Cause I'm livin' double
 I'm in a world of trouble
 Yes it's a world of trouble
 That I inhabit now
 'Cause I've got one more woman
 Then the legal laws allow!
 Now judges would jail me.
 And preachers would shout.
 Bad talk would nail me
 If the truth got out
 Polite society would frown
 They would claim that I'm just a clown
 Living double. In a world of trouble.
 Well now. I do not dare reveal
 This need that I eagerly feel
 'Cause to my proper friends.
 It would. scare them.
 Don't you know they would
 Chalk it up to greed
 Oh but what I truly need
 Is a new kind of two woman harem!
 Now let me tell you I got a
 great big world of trouble, yes.
 I've got a woman and a wife
 And that's the kind of situation
 .it could cost somebody's life
 Ohh, but I'm gonna bear it
 Just as long as I can
 No I don't want to share it
 with a' no other man
 Oh Lord and my future is in a fog
 And they call me a dirty dog!
 Because I'm a' livin' double
 In a world... they got me
 peepin' and hidin'. slippin and slidin'.
 duckin and dodgin'.
 runnin' down alleys-hidin' in doorways-behind
 papers standin' in streetcars- n L Tracks-
 and buses and down in manholes and
 anywheres I can find em