Have you seen my baby On the avenue? You know she's driving me crazy With the funny things she do I seen her with the milkman Ridin' down the street
Beat-up little seagull On a marble stair Tryin' to find the ocean Lookin' everywhere Hard times in the city In a hard town by the sea Ain't nowhere to
Hate New York City It's cold and it's damp And all the people dressed like monkeys Let's leave Chicago to the Eskimos That town's a little too rugged
I ran out on my children And I ran out on my wife Gonna run out on you too, baby I done it all my life Everybody cried the night I left Well, almost everybody
I'll be home I'll be home When your nights are troubled And you're all alone When you're feelin' down Need some sympathy And there's no one else around
Broken windows and empty hallways A pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray Human kindness is overflowing And I think it's going to rain today Scarecrows
That I Love It's Money That I Love They say that's money Can't buy love in this world But it'll get you a half-pound of cocaine And a sixteen-year
In Germany Before The War There was a man who owned a store In nineteen hundred thirty-four In Dusseldorf And every night at fine-o-nine He'd cross the
Of all of the people that I used to know Most never adjusted to the great big world I see them lurking in book stores Working for the Public Radio Carrying
I was born in Gainesville, Florida and my father was a tailor And my mother ran a cafe near the university I've a brother died aborning and another who
Maybe I'll write you a letter Maybe I'll give you a call Maybe I'll drop you a line When I'm feelin' better Maybe I won't after all Somewhere a river
I know what's going on here, ain't no grave mystery Y'all have lost faith in yourselves, it's clear as it can be You can whine all you want to, drown
Let's burn down the cornfield Let's burn down the cornfield And we can listen to it burn You hide behind the oak tree You hide behind the oak tree Stay
I've been around the world Had my pick of any girl You'd think I'd be happy But I'm not Everybody knows my name But it's just a crazy game Oh, it's
I like your bother, I like your mother I like you and you like me too We?ll get a preacher, I?ll buy a ring We?ll hire a band with an accordion, violin
A hundred-thousand Frenchmen in New Orleans In New Orleans there are Frenchmen everywhere But your house could fall down, baby could drown Wouldn't none
Will you have whiskey with your water Or sugar with your tea? What are these crazy questions That they're asking of me? This is the wildest party That
What you wanna come back here for? Thought you're with your uptown friends Don't need none of your junkie business You gonna screw us up again Get your