Cardboard Avenue

歌詞

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