Text: Justin Townes Earle. Harlem River Blues. Slippin And Slidin.

I shoulda learned better,
I'm old enough to know.
Slippin' and slidin', feelin' low.

Yeah it's a sit back at best,
A shame for sure, babe.
Slipping and slidin', feelin' low.

Now I'm waking up feelin' bad again.
I'm losing patience with my only friend.
Why do I try my luck?
I should never touch the stuff,
but it's shouldn't make any difference mama,
As long as I keep up appearances, Lord.


I've been workin' too hard,
I need some time at home,
Slippin' and slidin', and feelin' low.

Darling I just need a little comfortin',
I ain't seen the sunrise since I don't know when.
Days getting longer, nights getting cold.
Slippin' and slidin', feelin' low.
I'm a slippin' and slidin', peekin' and hidin',
I'm slippin' and slidin', feelin' low.