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 if 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 a 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 if tomorrow i opened my eyes and found myself somewhere else i wonder who i d be