I was born in the wagon of a traveling show My momma used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little Gospel,
I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel
I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel,
I get camping eyes in the final hour Last minute shoppers picking cauliflower The fuss they make, you'd swear they were buying a car They always moan
I was wooed in the wagon of a Massey F'son My daddy used to holler and the fella he'd run Brother did whatever he could Drank a jar of Jasper's Bag a
I spied an old hobo, in the doorway he lay His face was all grounded in the cold sidewalk floor An' I guess he'd been there for the whole night or more
Oi gippo! Well I was born in a wagon of a travelling show Mumma used to dance for the money they'd throw Grandpa did whatever he could He used to
As I was out walking on a corner one day I spied an old hobo, in the doorway he lay His face was all grounded in the cold sidewalk floor And I guess,
I was born in the wagon of a traveling show My Momma used to dance for the money they'd throw Poppa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel
1. I choose not to see the things that be, Or the miles and years that are gone. I pay no heed to tomorrow's need, I'm blinded by the snow
(Fiend Talking) Yes and where back This is Fiend assisted by Lil Italy Touching the ghetto topic for today in the hood Hoes, Tramps and Bitches Will
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight She likes the theater and never comes late She never bothers with people she'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp
Dancing round in circle staring at the sky Spending hours on a corner trying to hitch a ride Your girlfriend is filthy and stoned out of her mind She
Mary Gauthier Steam Train Maury died last night His wife Wanda by his side Caught the Westbound out of here Hopped the high irons to the by and by
I was born in the wagon of a travelling show My momma used to dance for the money they'd throw Poppa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel
As I was out walking on the corner one day I spied an old hobo, in the doorway he lay His face was all covered in the cold sidewalk floor I guess he'd
You eloped with a bout of slurs Flew the hedge with a pace I must convey when i feel good then i pay Keep quiet about my lane Lost you through distaste
I'm a midnight rider, got a guitar and I'm ready to roll. I got the boys by my side, keep on rockin' til it's out of control. There's a time bomb in our