Lyrics:
Jack: You keep your small life in a big city, give me a big life in a small town. (Sang) They say folks is dying to get here me I'm dying to get away.
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town
People are there who care a little about me
And they won't let the poor boy down
Sure as she bore me
She bought me
into that, we don't give a damn
We're from North California and South Alabama
And little towns all around this land
We can skin a buck and run
help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town.
People are there who care a little 'bout me
And they won't let the poor boy down.
There's a sleepy town as south of the border
If you go there once, you'll be there twice
Lots of pretty girls, coming by the dozens
The white sand sure
America to me
The place I work in
The worker by my side
The little town the city
Where my people lived and died
The howdy and the handshake
The air
light
The girls in their summer clothes
Pass me by
Kid's rubber ball smacks
Off the gutter 'neath the lamp light
Big bank clock chimes
Off go
'em in the street
>From the fire roads to the interstate
Now Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little piece by piece
Some
At first Mom and Papa called the little boy Ned
Raised him on the banks of the riverbed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree
A home for my Papa
oh glory
I'll fly away in the morning
When I die Hallelujah, by and by
I'll fly away
Just a few more weary days and then
I'll fly away
To a land where
a land that's far away beside the popcorn fountain
Now I'll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
But I spell a P a little bitty E Sweet bop bop bop shoo shoobie doobie doh
In a little round O
Now you add another P a big skinny L There's one more E
you ain't into that, we don't give a damn
We're from North California and South Alabama
And little towns all around this land
We can skin a buck
She stepped off the bus out into the city streets
Just a small town girl with her whole life
Packed in a suitcase by her feet
But somehow
oh glory
I'll fly away in the morning
When I die Hallelujah, by and by
I'll fly away
Just a few more weary days and then
I'll fly away
To a land where
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
oh glory
I'll fly away in the morning
When I die Hallelujah, by and by
I'll fly away
Just a few more weary days and then
I'll fly away
To a land where
to Texas
And they bought some land yeah
And they settled in a hobo
Home by a taco stand
He was doin' things he didn't understand
There was no way
downtown Dallas by the
Sight of the grassy knoll
Where the leader fell and a town was broken
Away from the feel and flow of life for so many years
He hears
[Chorus:]
Rag Doll livin' in a movie
Hot tramp Daddy's little cutie
You're so fine they'll never see ya leavin' by the back door, mam
Hot time
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty toot toots and rummy tum tums
Santa Claus is comin'
Rag doll, livin' in a movie
Hot tramp, daddy's little cutie
You're so fine, they'll never see ya leavin' by the back door, mam
Hot time get it
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