This old house is falling down around my ears. I'm drowning in a river of my tears. When all my will is gone you hold me sway. I need you at the dimming of the day.
This old house is falling down around my ears. I am drowning in a river of my tears. When all my will is gone, you hold me, sway. I need you at the dimming of the day.
I wish this life of twists and turns would end. And I could find my way back home again. But where's home? But where's home?. I've been so long away. I'll make it back someday.
Northern winds will cut you. Northern girls will gut you. Leave you cold and empty. Like a fish on the slab. . She is like a snow goose. Pale and rare and footloose.
The money goes out, the bills come in. Round and round we go again. I come close but I never win. I'm stuck on the treadmill. . Another day of punching steel.
Old Man Morris got it bad last week. Fell for the widow from across the street. She clipped him in the ear, she told him what's what. But he couldn't keep his mind off her honey pot.
She walks the straight and narrow. She does what the Good Book says. She walks the straight and narrow. She got eyes in the back of her head, boys. Eyes in the back of her head.
I've seen trouble from every direction. My old head is peppered with grey. I could never resist life's temptations. They just seemed to fall in my way.
Sally B, oh Sally B. You make my heart flutter. Will you drag me from the gutter. Sally B. . Sally B, oh Sally B. I'm a working man truly. But you know how to woo me.
Salford Sunday. Skies are weeping. Dawn is creeping. Through the blind. Salford Sunday. And I'm aching. For the night. I left behind. Salford Sunday. Morning after.
When you thought I was winning the game. You came and snuffed out the flame. You thought you finished me off. But you just made me strong. Each time you dealt me a blow.
Sweet thing, believe me. You'll never deceive me. You stared me down without blinking. That's when I really started thinking. . You must have been running around.
Got her ducks all in a row. Got her bags all packed to go. She'll find some other poor pilgrim who's braver. At least she looked me in the eye. With her less than fond goodbye.
I got a letter. Come to me by mail. My baby's comin' home. I hope that she don't fail. . You know I feel so good. Well, I feel so good. You know I feel so good, I.
If I cross your path again. Who knows where, who knows when. On some morning without number. On some highway without end. Don't grasp my hand and say.