Lyrics:
Fourteenth street and the garbage swirls like a cyclone
Three o'clock in the afternoon
And I am going home
F-train is full of high school
grandfather stood right here as a younger man
In nineteen and forty three
And with the sweat and his tears, the rain and the years
He grew life from the soil
the law in Fort Lauderdale
Pretty girls eighteen to twenty-three
If their technique ain't what it should be
Get love instruction for free from me
Through
grandfather stood right here as a younger man
In Nineteen and forty three
And with the sweat and his tears, the rain and the years
He grew life from the soil
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the sun blows his messenger here
With a hymn of the dawn for the free?
"Goodly news, goodly news, do I bring, youth of Forth,
Goodly news do I bring, Bargy
a three-time loser
Don't you know that I never can win
(Three-time loser)
Oh but I'm just (Three-time loser)
And I ain't gonna try again
I always thought that
at the close of day
Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there
But we took no heed to his dying prayer
In a shallow grave just six by three
We buried
at the close of day
Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there
But we took no heed to his dying prayer
In a shallow grave just six by three
We buried
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, begin again
We can be like they are
We can be free
We can be like they are
We can be
C.
In the studio, it's the place to be
To all the party people who are happy and free
With Mix Master Mike we're making history
Three MC's
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, begin again
We can be like they are
We can be free
We can be like they are
We can be
Hey, yeah, I like this right here
Makes me feel free
It's got that, uh, you know
That bom, ba-dum bum, ba-da-da-da-da (Mr.)
Bom, ba-dum bum,
on the beach
(On the beach, on the beach)
So one, a two
A one, a two, a three
Alright
We're just twisting by the pool
I'm a twisting fool (twisting
the show, c'mon!
Let's go
Say one, two, three, four
Say oh! Clap your hands
Uh, let's start the show
C'mon, c'mon
Say one, two, three, four
and by
The woman and the man were wed just after the war
And they settled in this river town and three fine sons she bore
One became a lawyer and one fine
all my meals for free
I think I'm being shunned by my feet again
'Cause it's not a homeless life for me
It's just I'm home less than I'd like to be
taking a fall
It's a holiday, don't bother to call
Free drinks for one and for all
Free drinks, free drinks, free drinks
Free drinks
1, 2, 3, 4
Day by day
Day by day
Oh Dear Lord
Three things I pray
To see thee more clearly
Love thee more dearly
Follow thee more nearly
Day by day
of grace
When she was three years old on her daddy's knee
He said you can be anything you want to be
She's a wild one
Runnin' free
I dreamed of the future
Of the young and the free
But the years they went by quickly
Now I swear I won't return here
Where each day just
rich, but Lord, I'm free
Amarillo by morning
Amarillo's where I'll be
Amarillo by morning
Amarillo's where I'll be
see dark eyed Michael
With his dark eyed bride
Those three are on my mind
And three proud mothers
Weeping side by side
Those three are on my mind
And two hours ain't enough for me
I feel inspired, at quarter to three AM
I haven't changed since our last meet
I'm still getting all my meals for free
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