Lyrics:
I'm workin' on a building,
I'm workin' on a building,
I'm workin' on a building,
For my Lord, for my Lord.
If IIIIIIIIIIIIII were a drunkard
I sell the morning papers, sir
My name is Jimmy Brown
I sell the morning papers, sir
My name is Jimmy Brown
My Father died a drunkard, sir
I've
And a poor man goes to work
A drunkard wants another drink of wine
And a politician wants a vote
I don't want much of nothin' at all
But I will take
dobro ]
His father died a drunkard I've heard his mother say
Now he helps his mother as he journeys on his way
His mother always tells me he's nothing in
drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that
intoxication.
your love and your bewitching
eyes have induced me to become
a drunkard.
the whole universe is in a state
of drunkeness; the day, the night,
reasons why
There but for fortune, go you or I
Show me the whisky stains on the floor
Show me the drunkard as he stumbles out the door
And I'll show you
no death
I will not be held like a drunkard
Under the cold tap of facts
I refuse the universal alibi
Like an empty telephone booth passed at night
the scraps at our door
While we called them drunkards and wasters and whores
They've been drowning, drowning in their tears
For the last two hundread years
Who lived just to labor his whole life away
Like the fiend with his dope and the drunkard his wine
A man will have lust for the lure of the mine
my wits, I use my hands
I am no drunkard, I am no colored man
I am king, I am king, I am king, I am Pete, I am Pete
I find that house, I find that
Working on a building, a Holy Ghost building
For my Lord, for my Lord
If I was a drunkard I tell you what I'd do
I would quit my drinking and work
And the years go by
Room to Room
drunkards turn around
Now she's in the kitchen
Looking out the window
And you're the one that's gone
You're out drunk
please it's bein' recorded)
Like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard with his wine
A man will have lust for the lure of the mine
And pray when I'm dead
girl wants to marry
And the rich girl wants to flirt
The rich boys went off to college
And all of us poor boys came to work
The drunkard wants
have to live for, I pray you'll set him free"
"His father was a drunkard, went away, left us alone
I worked to earn my living, I raised our darling
Where were the drunkards that shot with their guns ?
(Ah)
And closed the shops early so we could have fun ?
(Ah)
Where were the women who spread
hands
Starlight ain't never gonna let me down
Until I stumble like a drunkard back to town
Then I end up where you are
Keeping the sanctuary warm
Hard pill to swallow and he knows pills, trust him. Drunkards of the crystal palace suck assignment, walk the diamonds in the soles of your chukkas back
building
For my Lord, for my Lord
Give me a go at that banjo
Woo, Charlie wash 'em
Well if I was a drunkard (I was)
Tell you what I'd do
It be
And the rich girl wants to flirt
The rich boys went off to college
While all of us poor boys came to work
The drunkard wants another drink of wine
cutty
Drunkard who want it
Hellcat Maggie, aggie, move to the music
She had learned to spoon pollution in
A climate pruned for losing
Thousand more like
wanna try out
For the seventh grade football team
You'll probably be nothing but the town's old drunkard
And die on a smoke stained stool
Right now
stayed with her til the end
And she vowed not again
Would her friend ever come back home?
On the nights when Grace would speak
As the drunkards
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