In the heat of the day down in Mobile Alabama Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer I gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun

I've seen the lights go out on Broadway Seen the lights go out Broadway I saw the Empire State laid low And life went on beyond the Palisades They all bought Cadillacs And left there long ago They held a concert out in Brooklyn To watch the island

"Little boy, don't be scared Little boy, don't be sad My mother standing in the doorway Friday night, a smile on her face And I'll always be that little boy I was only ten years old Like the back of my hand, knew the roads I swerved my bike and lost

Hey, hey, hey Do you bury me when I'm gone Do you teach me while I'm here Just as soon as I belong Then it's time I disappear Here I go into new days I'm pain, I'm hope, I'm suffer Ain't no mercy there for me And I went on down that road

How does Hamilton the short-tempered Protean creator of the Coast Guard Founder of the New York Post Ardently abuse his cab’net post Destroy his reputation? Welcome, folks, to The Adams administration Jefferson’s the runner-up, which makes him the vice

Where'm I gonna live when I get home So where'm I gonna live when I get home My ol' lady's thrown out everything I own She meant what she said when she wished I was dead I knew our road was gettin' kinda rocky She said I was gettin' way too cocky She

Down for the count Look into your eyes I'm helpless And I'm drownin' in ‘em In New York, you can be a new man And the sky's the Hey hey hey hey (ohh, I do I do I do I)

There's none more Scots Than the Scots abroad There's a place in our hearts For the old sod One, two, three From the old sod to the new land We came over by the score We cut the ties said goodbye And closed the old world door

Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I, proud 'neath heated brow

There is a woman in Somalia She cries to the heaven above There is a stone in my heart And it hurts like brand-new shoes Hurts like brand-new shoes Scraping for pearls on the roadside There's a force stronger than nature Keeps her will alive