Sunday's got a slave. Monday's got one too. Sunday's got a slave. Monday's got one too. . Our sufferings are countless. And our pleasures are motley few.
All the towers of ivory are crumbling. And the swallows have sharpened their beaks. This is the time of our great undoing. This is the time that I'll come running.
The cops are hanging around the house. Cars outside look like theyve got the blues. The moon dont know if its day or night. Everybodys creeping around.
Sorrow's child, sits by the river. Sorrow's child, hears not the water. Sorrow's child, sits by the river. Sorrow's child, hears not the water. . And just when it seems as though.
Have mercy on me, sir. Allow me to impose on you. I have no place to stay. And my bones are cold right through. . I will tell you a story. Of a man and his family.
Darlin', let mornin' to chose to go. Awoke in my [incomprehensible] and groves. You're diggin' my car, stolen my cash. Even my 500 dollar super sledge.
She passed by my window. Her eyes were all aglow. Bent to pick her glove shed dropped. From the bright and brittle snow. . Nature had spoken it in the Spring.
Born of the river. Born of its ever changing, never changing murky water. Oh riverboat just rollin' along through the great, great greasy city. Huck standing like a Saint upon its deck.
I climbed the hill, lay in the grass. A little dark eyes girl drifted past. She said, "All the best has come, it could not last. And the worst is has come true".