You got so much to go and gamble on Watch out for the shifting sand Where ever you may ramble Even now, as I look back and see all that's come to pass
I was sittin' in my hotel room, strummin' my old guitar Not much to do when you're far away, playin' some smokey bar I was feelin' a little empty and
Hear the call of the ringneck loon Hear the sound, he will be home soon Hear the cry in the afternoon Ringneck Loon, he knows best He's a loon and he
Uncle Toad sittin' by the old south gate Waitin' them boys they bin stayin' out late Uncle Toad thinks, they're way out of line Maybe they think, he is
Dee dee dee, dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee I would rather be at the boathouse, out of the daily grind I'd sooner be down at the boathouse, what a way
your life around For I am just a painter passing through the underground If you want to know my secret don't come runnin after me For I am just a painter passing through
I've got a song that it is my mind My little love who is never unkind "I'm a poet and I'm better off dead" These are the words she said Down by the breadline
Four months ago in April On a day coach she came down And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow I should have known I couldn't hold her Livin' out so far
day on Yonge Street Everywhere you go in a city by the lake Back there in the flow you may give a hand a shake Everyone you pass seems to wanna say
I saw two dreamers dreamin' They almost caused a spark I saw two lovers in paradise right back at the start I saw two minds in the world set free But
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