Little kids sleepin' with rats in their bed well it's none of my business. It's been a long time since they've been fed but it's none of my business. Some more bad news from Vietnam and China's playin' with a great big bomb.
Livin' on free food tickets water in the milk from the hole in the roof. Where the rain comes through what can you do uh. Tears from little sister cryin' cause she doesn't have a dress without a patch.
Let me be a little kinder let me be a little blinder. To the faults of those about me let me praise a little more. Let me be when I am weary just a little bit more cheery.
She would meet me in the morning on my way down to the river. Waitin' patient by the chinaberry tree. With her feet already dusty from the pathway to the levee.
I didn't see no sense in me just sittin' here and draggin' out the pain. There's nothin' you can say or do to ever make me want for you again. You say I've turned my back on you I'm running out but baby that's a lie.
Sometimes too much fuel can smother up the fire. And sometimes too much love can strangle that desire. I held her too tight till the feeling was gone.
Things I learned in hobo jungle were things they never taught me in a class room. Like where to find a hand out while bummin' through Chicago in the afternoon.
And you're much more than a lover to me I like having you around. Everybody loves one thing or another it's a natural thing to do. But there's more to it when you love them people.
Two broken hearts lonely looking like houses where nobody lives. Two people each having so much pride inside neither side forgives. The angry words spoken in haste such a waste of two lives.
It's true you have me twisted around your finger it seems that's where I belong. You know how to hold me to thrill me and control me. Just enough to keep me hangin' on oh oh oh just enough to keep me hangin' on.
Some people say I'm a no count others say I'm no good. But I'm just a natural born travelin' man I'm doin' what I think I should poor boy. I'm doin' what I think I should.
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk. That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
Coming on strong coming on strong. I can feel the heartaches coming on strong. I can feel the teardrops the pain and sorrow. Ever since she's been gone they've been coming on strong.
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail. Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders. Three conductors twenty-four sacks of mail.
I look out on the grave of New York City. And to see some children playing in the snow. Central Park in winter should look pretty. But New York ain't a place for kids to grow.
When the morning sun streaks across my room. Lord I'm wakened up from another dream of you. And I'm on the road once again it seems. That all I've left behind is a chain of broken dreams.
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told. I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles. Such are promises all lies and jest. Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.
(Big John Big John). Every mornin' at the mine you could see him arrive. He stood six foot six and weighed 2-45. Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip.
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