Here comes the mechanical sun Working on the bones in the dry old creek bed Mist on the old river bend, yellow box hangs like it's dead The emerald silo
old "jimmy" hoods sudays we'd run for his stash at the new york state line that summer when moments of circumstance altered like wine (chorus) this is for the man
Pieces of toast raspberry jam Laid out on the breakfast table It's time, it's time to begin again Now Sally has five children And a good old man And
the haters everyday? [K] Why must I got the glock nine? [F] Why we gotta deal with these haters everyday? [K] Time after time after time, time after time
THAT OLD MAN LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN HE'S A DRIFTER AND A DRILLER OF OIL WELLS AND AN OLD SCHOOL MAN
and that old man Like desperados waiting for the train Like desperados waiting for the train He's a drifter and a driller of oil wells And an old school man
done to wear so many scars? Does he change the course of rivers? Does he pollute the moon and stars? Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill Running out the clock, time
can follow your nose It don't bother me, times are hard everywhere We'll just have to see how it goes My old man, he's like some feudal Lord He's got
romance can bring Come smiling down on a heart that's true Love is real, you can't turn it around It's like a river running down to the sea This old
glasses and not enough time Draw your own conclusions Draw your own conclusions My old dog's a good old dog My old man's a silly old sod The human
feel the devil walking next to me Siam's gotta be the witness To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness This grips me more than would a Muddy old river
It was the age of no regret, oh yes Those crazy years, that was the time Of the flower-power But underneath we had a fear of flying Of getting old,
love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? This city is an ogre squattin' by the river It gives life but it takes it away, my youth There comes a time
a truck drivin' man. An' I stayed there for the summer, singin' with a Country band. Every time I hear a freight train lonesome whistle blow, I think about the good man
crime Some say, "She died of drownin' in the river deep" Some say, "She died of a sudden start" Some say, "They found her swingin' from my old man's
river trade on that ol' steamer, life is but a dreamer But ya traded in the mighty ol' man river for the dirty ol' man latrine The brothel shift, the