Lyrics:
He turned thirty-five last Sunday
In his hair he found some gray
But he still ain't changed his lifestyle
He likes it better the old way
So he grows
stuck by me in the hard old days
He never cared if I had no dough
We rambled 'round in the rain and snow
So here's to you, my ramblin' boy
May all your
a foreign land
Boy's homesick
Where were you in '69
Smokin' that dope and drinking that wine
And you were an outlaw
Piston drums beat an old refrain
Toyland, toy land
Little girl and boy land
While you dwell within it
You are ever happy there
Childhood's joy land
Mystic merry toy land
Once
the pines
Weekends in the sun in that cheap motel down by the Dynamo
We loved each other till their was nothing left,
And drove that old car as hard
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
by.
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy.
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy!
We'll go to Yonkers
Where true
Recorded by Hank Snow
As the night softly fell down upon the old corral
And the moon into the blue sky made its way
Not a sound could be heard but
feel like I'm goin' home
And in the shade of an oak
Down by the river
Sat an old man and a boy
Settin' sails, spinnin' tails
And fishin' for whales
With
One, two boys by the river
Down by the water tellin' riddles in the dark
With fireflies under the moonlight
Carvin' the insides of a tree with
boy
I'm rippin' up a Rag Doll
Like throwin' away an old toy
Some babe's talkin' real loud
Talkin' all about the new crowd
Try and tell me of an old
You left me for the bright lights of the town
A country boy set out to see the world
Remember when those city lights shine down
That big old moon
sailing back to Kona
A grand old place that's always fair to see
I'm just a little Hawaiian and a homeside Island boy
I want to go back to my fish
You and your museum of lovers
The precious collection you've housed in your covers
My simpleness threatened by my own admission
And the bags are
Quick mud with some Marlboro lights
Waitin' on a old timer by the name of Joe
For a few bucks and some old crow
He'd tow, hell on the gears but good
of
Harmony, ecstacy, there's something about this love
[Chorus]
We, we have something in common
Girl (Boy) you mean so much to me it should be plain to see
Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring
And they march you to the table, you see the same old thing
Ain't no food upon
Listen to the pictures flow
Across the room into your mind they go
Listen to the strings
They jangle and dangle
While the old guitar rings
You and your museum of lovers
The precious collection you've housed in your covers
My simpleness threatened by my own admission
And the bags are
You left me for the bright lights of the town
A country boy set out to see the world
Remember when those city lights shine down
That big old moon
No, no, Mama, now Devil done do-si-do
Two young boys lyin' dead by the side of the road
And the coins in their eyes represent the money they owe
Well twirl my turban, man alive
Here comes Mister Five by Five
He's one of those big, fat, bouncin' boys
Solid avoir dupois
Mister Five by Five
Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear
And it shows them pearly white
Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe
And he keeps it, ah, out of sight
You gave them all those old time stars
Through wars of worlds invaded by Mars
You made 'em laugh, you made 'em cry
You made us feel like we could fly
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