Bridegroom Blues Lyrics - Singles - John Wesley Harding

Well, the streets are doing a war dance 

As their sight is restored to the blind 

And I'm sifting trash on the off chance 

That there might be something to find 

And Mary lets her fingers do the walking 

Her baby's nearly due 

She's listening but no one's talking 

At the citizen's advice bureau 

Joe is down on the dole queue 

He should have signed on yesterday 

Even if he was a carpenter and she was his lady 

He wouldn't be able to make it pay, no 

And he don't believe in Angels 

She's been seeing another man 

Infidelity runs in the family 

But that wasn't a part of the plan 

And shepherds watch the flicks by night 

At the King's Cross all night show 

Someone's trying to catch their eyes 

But they're too grossed out to know 

And the three kings travel like three ships a-sailing 

They've got some gifts he'll need 

Cocaine for sniffing, money for corruption 

And a whole load of videos of 'I Love Lucy' 

But the king of the country he's getting frightened 

He doesn't want to be somebody's pawn 

And he crushes the beer can between his hands 

He sees his fate, the green yells, "Checkmate" 

And another star is born 

But the baby is killed in an instant 

As though his whole life were a dream 

Though his book sells well and he pulls out the stops 

Everyone knows he's a hyped-up has been 

And the T-shirts just embarrass 

And thought become memories after a while 

He's looking so much older now 

It's hard to believe that that was style 

And he throws his cloak out to his fan 

It's his last chance sacrifice 

The girls are crawling a cut-glass sea 

No one even wants to look twice 

'Cause the circle's all but full now 

But the stalls are empty for the latest son 

Who just smiles and says 

"Give my regards to Fleet Street 

I've gotta run, oh, I've gotta run, oh" 

Well, he streets are doing a war dance 

As their sight is restored to the blind 

And I'm sifting trash on the off chance 

That there might be something to find