Good Time Flat Blues lyrics

[Intro]
Miss Lizzie Green in New Orleans
Runs a good time flat
Selling booze and singing blues
Down where she's at
The other day, I heard her say
Things are getting tough
'Nother cop done made me stop
On my street it's rough

[Verse 1]
Can't sell no whiskey, I can't sell no gin
Can’t sell no whiskey, I can't sell no gin

[Verse 2]
Ain't got no money to buy my winter coat
Ain't saved a dollar to save my doggone soul

[Cornet solo: Louis Armstrong]

[Verse 3]
I can't keep open, I'm gonna close the shack
I can't keep open, I'm gonna close the shack

[Verse 4]
The chief of police done torn my playhouse down
No usе in grieving, I'm gonna leave this town