Polk salad Annie, the gators got your granny
Everybody said it was a shame
Because her momma was a workin’ on the chain gang
That’s the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang,
That’s the sound of the men working on the chain gang.
Now I swing a sledge hammer on a railroad gang
Knocking down them cross ties, working in the rain
Now, don’t it feel like you’re a rider on a downbound train
We french kissed on a subway train
He ripped my clothes right off
He ate my heart and then he ate my brain
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But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high as you can see
No matter how he tried, he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain
Hello, walls
How’d things go for you today?
Don’t you miss her
Since she up and walked away
I just can’t get over losin’ you
And so if I seem, broken and blue
Walk on by,
Walk on by
I go out walking after midnight…
Try to step into tune
With the rhythm of a walking man
Mind drifts like a big balloon
Out of my situation at hand
Moving in silent desperation, keeping an eye on the Holy Land.
A hypothetical destination, say, who is this walking man?
While in these days of quiet desperation,
As I wander through the world in which I live,
I search everywhere, for some new inspiration,
But it’s more than cold reality can give.
Oh well, I’m the type of guy who will never settle down
Where pretty girls are, well you know that I’m around
I kiss 'em and I love 'em cause to me they’re all the same
I hug 'em and I squeeze 'em they don’t even know my name
They call me the wanderer
Yeah, the wanderer
I roam around, around, around
You spin me right round, baby, right round
Like a record, baby, right round, right round
Get out old Dan’s records Get out old Dan’s records We will Dance the whole night long
It’s fun to play the old time songs If old Dan could see us now I know he’d be so proud
Daniel my brother, you are older than me,
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won’t heal?
Your eyes have died but you see more than I–
Daniel you’re a star in the face of the sky.
Behold that star!
Behold that star up yonder!
Behold that star!
It is the star of Bethlehem.
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
Went to a garden party to reminisce with my old friends
A chance to share old memories and play our songs again
When I got to the garden party, they all knew my name
No one recognized me, I didn’t look the same
Turn out the lights
The party’s over
They say that all
Good things must end
Call it a night
The party’s over
And tomorrow starts
The same old thing again