How Strange It Seems

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 Louisiana Stick my finger ain`t that a shame People come to haggle and paw on my artwork But no two of my dresses are ever the same 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 Love for the music is what keeps me here How strange it seems to be me I f tomorrow I opened my eyes And found myself somewhere else I wonder who I`d be I`m a rich man I ain`t talking `bout money I`m 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 How strange it seems to be me I f tomorrow I opened my eyes And found myself somewhere else I wonder who I`d be