Lyrics:
one by one
I got set on that old hoochie coochie man
And I'm yo' son of a gun
Now the gypsy woman told mama, oh 'while 'fore I was born
She said
Now lemme tell ya my story, I got a man-sized predicament
And it's a big one, goes like this, yeah
My my, ow, yeah!
Never had confession, never
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
life is measured by the telephone poles the mileage lines are on my face
I never care much where that old highway goes I'm happy almost any place
I'm
feel today
Feel tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack up my trunk and make my getaway
Saint Louis woman with her diamond rings
Pulls that man 'round
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer
And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going,
sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired,
he can sit down and rest
He can beg
Now lemme tell ya my story, I got a man-sized predicament
And it's a big one, goes like this, yeah
My my, ow, yeah!
Never had confession, never
A homeless child for the next five years
With my dog clown by my side and my only friend
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I fought my way through school
Sound and touch
Well, it's a rainy night in Paris,
And I'm sitting by the Seine,
It's a pleasure to be soaking in the European rain,
Now my belly's full of fancy
I left the four lane highway took a blacktop seven miles
Down by the old country school I went to as a child
Two miles down a gravel road I could
she understands her man
We've seen the rain and the sunshine together
Many times she's watched me stumble and fall
And she's always there by my side
the metal doors at vine street I was beaten and mauled
And they ruined my good looks for the old main drag
In the tube station the old ones who were
daddy.
Baby now baby understand.
Jimmy looks good but he's a half a man.
Roy looks cool but he's oh so cold.
And then a big old junker gonna wreck
na, na, na, na, na"
Like my father before me, I'm a working man
And like my brother before me, I took a rebel stand
Well, he was just eighteen,
heroes
Chorus:Staring at your window with a suitcase in my handThe streetlights buzz as the cars roll by and the moon don't give a damnMy boots just keep
Baby here I am
I'm the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you gotta' come home with me
I have got some good old lovin'
And I
Baby, here I am, and I'm a man upon the scene
I can give you what you want, but you got to come home with me
I got a whole lot of good old loving
Scrapping with them niggas from the other side
Sipping Saint Ives rocking old school flannels
Old school niggas see that I'm an animal
Front me at 16, see
to the warning," the seer, he said
For those who hear and mark my words
Listen to the good plan
Ah-ah-ah-ah
And two by two, my human zoo
They'll be
Running
progress did
Someone lined their pockets
I don't know who that is
Well my old man slaved
Down here in the west end
He thought the future was bright
Hey there, here I am
I'm the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you got to come home with me
I forgot some good old lovin'
believe I'd blow my stack
I love you, baby
But you gotta understand
When the lord made me
He made a ramblin' man
Some folks might say
That I'm no good
That
(Traditional)
Good morning, Mr. Railroad Man
What time do your trains roll by ?
"At 9:16 and 2:44 and 25 minutes 'till 5"
"At 9:16 and 2:44 and 25
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