Spanish Harlem Blues (in the vein of Muddy Waters) create in 1970 by fast Eddie.

Working the streets,

Trying to find my way,

making a buck,

anyway I may,

Didn't make a cent,

how glad can I be,

Trying to make sense,

of  all that I see,

Hard times are coming,

how long can they last,

have to keep running,

to the street beat that's
fast,

Looking around,

this sad neighbor hood,

the way to survive,

is by being a hood,

Must find a way,

to reach for the stars,

but all I ever do,

is sit in the bar,

I jump off the stool,

and learn me some rules,

By being smart,

and returning to school,

How far can I get,

with all that I've read,

expressing myself,

before I am dead,

Out of the millions,

where can I go,

By using my brain,

with thoughts in a row,

Aligning my ducks,

in a very straight line,

one, two, three, four,

I'm out of the slime,

Who ever thought?

these words would be gold,

maybe not me,

but I'm sure I've been told,

Here i am now,

sing the blues,

of where I grew up,

and how I got through,

Let me say thanks,

to all of the words,

for making part,

of all these crazy birds,

so there you are

the Spanish Harlem Blues,

Where will they take me,

I still don't have a clue?