Goodbye, hard life Don't cry, would you let it ride? Goodbye, hard life Don't cry, would you let it ride? You can see the mornin', but I can see the
You can see 'em, the things that you want But you don't have the means to buy I've been eying what you've got in stock And I'll tell you what's on my
I get up early in the morning And rush to catch a plane I'm going to live inside my suitcase Back on the road again Big stage and bright lights Try to
Black witches sing their verses Of charms, hexes and curses They tried to take out my eyes But I don't have to hide I don't have to hide, I don't have
Tramp Have you got a quarter for me Tramp I'll even take a dime anytime Standing on a corner Living in the street I got to make a living From the people
You get up every morning from your alarm clock's warning Take the 8:15 into the city There's a whistle up above and people pushin', people shovin' And
I was raised, born and bred in a prairie town When a dark eyed woman, really made me, feeling sound We both had fun in our younger years Well, I remember
I used to smoke my brains out Fly through the sky I used to love to freak out Do you wonder why I heard the Stones rolling And I'd roll too I didn't