Cardboard Avenue Lyrics - Cooder Ry

Well, thank you for the drink my friend, that's alright with me 

Let's drink to the workingman, wherever he might be 

Remember what he stood up for and the struggles he went through 

Then let us take a little stroll down Cardboard Avenue 

Down on the street where I live, when evening comes around 

No T.V. or radio, never hear a lonesome sound 

Except some poor Joe cryin', Lord, can I make it up to you? 

But he never gets an answer down on Cardboard Avenue 

Well here's my little heartbreak hotel, now don't you be let down 

When the ghost of Hobo Bill comes a-shufflin' around 

He might pause by your side, saying, Buddy, can you spare a dime or two? 

Then he'll just drift off into the night on Cardboard Avenue 

Now, I hear the whistle blowing now, must be the Red Ball train 

We'll see you in the North Country, when the springtime comes again 

Just ask any workingman, wherever you might be 

The whereabouts of Reverend Tom, Lefty Mouse, and Buddy 

And if he asks you, Were you in the fight, did you join the strike of 1932? 

Just tell him that you knew us down on Cardboard Avenue