Lyrics

Taking my guitar down to the street
I don’t know just who I’ll meet
Rags or Rolex, one or twenty
I don’t care I got plenty of time 

Noisy buses, sirens or silence
When I play, that’s my audience
I don’t care if it pays
One dollar and fifty cents

It’s not a house, 
It’s not a car,
It’s not your arms wrapped around me
But it’s okay
Because now I play
Everyday for perfect strangers

I never knew how to make you smile
You never did figure out my style
Maybe it’s just true that all the while
We were perfect strangers

It’s not a house, 
It’s not a car,
It’s not your arms wrapped around me
But it’s okay
Because now I play
Everyday for perfect strangers
Baby everyday we were perfect strangers



Music & lyrics by Sherry-Lynn Lee & George Paolini
Recorded at Omni Sound Studios, Nashville TN
Wurlitzer: George Paolini
Guitalele/vocals: Sherry-Lynn Lee
Pedal steel: Steve Hinson
Bass: Don Kerce
Drums: Wayne Killius
Mixed/mastered by Richard Hein