Bad luck, bad times
It’s taught him how to fight
And he saw the sixties and he watched them die
And he knows there’s not much wrong
But there’s even less right

But he’s dreaming of where the waters sweet
And the cops don't know where the waters sweet
And fears not a click on the telephone line
And the nights don't need cocaine

It’s hard to smile when your worked to the bare
And your woman’s run off with someone new
But he manages one and says you look great
And he looks like death but I say so do you

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Copywrite Connie Kaldor, Coyote Entertainement Quebec Canada