Babe, I’m leaving, I must be on my way,
The time is drawing near.
My train is going, I see it in your eyes,
The love, the need, your tears.
But I’ll be lonely without you,
And I’ll need your love to see me through–
Please believe me, my heart is in your hands,
And I’ll be missing you.
I step off the train, I’m walking down your street again
And past your door, but you don’t live here anymore
It’s years since you’ve been there, and now you’ve disappeared somewhere
Like outer space, you’ve found some better place
And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain
I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to get out of the rain,
In the desert you can remember your name,
( I can’t type that next line, it pains me)
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
With an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
Now, I’m a long way from home and I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning rain with no place to go
Pee-racticality dee-oesn’t interest me
Love the life that I lead
I’ve got a pocketful of miracles
And with a pocketful of miracles
One little miracle a day is all
I need
Tee-roubles more or less bee-other me, I guess
When the sun doesn’t shine
But there’s that pocketful of miracles
And with a pocketful of miracles
The world’s a bright and shiny apple that’s mine
All mine
Fortuosity, that’s me byword
Fortuosity, me twinkle in the eye word
Sometimes castles fall to the ground
But that’s where four leaf clovers are found
Over in Killarney
Many years ago,
Me Mither sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty,
In her good ould Irish way,
And l’d give the world if she could sing
That song to me this day.
“Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don’t you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that’s an Irish lullaby.”
When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world seems bright and gay
And when Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, they steal your heart away
ou left me standing in the doorway cryin’
I got nothin’ to go back to now
The light in this place is so bad
Makin’ me sick in the head
All the laughter is just makin’ me sad
The stars have turned cherry red
I’m strummin’ on my gay guitar
Smokin’ a cheap cigar
I smoke old stogies I have found,
Short but not too big around,
I’m a man of means, by no means,
King of the Road…
Let every creature go for broke and sing
Let’s hear it in the herd and on the wing
It’s gonna be King Simba’s finest fling
Oh, I just can’t wait to be king!
Oh, I just can’t wait to be king!
Oh I just can’t wait… to be king!
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Angel flying too close to the ground
And I patched up your broken wing and hung around for awhile,
Trying to keep your spirits up, and your fever down…
That’s the time
You must keep on trying
Smile, what’s the use of crying
You’ll find that life is still worth-while
If you just smile
Smile a little smile for me, Rose Marie
Where’s the use in crying
In a little while, you’ll see, Rose Marie
You must keep on trying
I know that he hurt you bad
I know, darling, don’t be sad
And smile a little smile for me
Rose Marie, Rose Marie
All day long they work so hard
Till the sun is goin’ down
Working on the highways and byways
And wearing, wearing a frown
You hear them moanin’ their lives away
Then you hear somebody sa-ay
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
Nm
Some days won’t end ever and some days pass on by
I’ll be working here forever, at least until I die
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t
I’m supposed to get a raise week, you know damn well I won’t
Workin’ for a livin’
(Workin’)
Workin’ for a livin’
(Workin’)
Workin’ for a livin’, livin’ and workin’
I’m taking what they’re giving ‘cause I’m workin’ for a livin’
And I work, cause I’m lucky just to have a job
Work, cause I know it’s work or starve
Work, it’s the only thing I can do
Ev’ry morning about this time
She get me out of my bed
A-crying, get a job
After breakfast ev’ry nay
She throws the want ads right my way
And never fails to say
Get a job, sha na na na, sha na na na na