I will never forget the walk to the station,. Me with your suitcase being brotherly strong.. And trying to make light of the whole situation,. In mild conversation we moved through the throng,.
I said look at the river.. You said it's only a stream.. But I said I've seen people with nets out there. You said they just throw out a line and dream..
I went down to the hiring fair for to sell my labour,. And I noticed a maid in the very next row and I hoped she'd be my neighbour.. Imagine then my delight when the farmer picked us both..
Takes a glass of Tequila to raise up my spirits. When I get down I'm drinking them two at a time. 'Til I swear that I feel like a poor drowning sailor.