When the money's gone Will you be my friend Float a small row boat till our ship comes in When the winter nights chill us to the soul Will you feed the fire Spin the straw to gold Will you get cold feet Will you still be there if the ends don't meet

When my ship comes in What’s a guy to say? What’s a guy to do? I can paint this whole town red tonight, And still wake up with the blues Good luck is bound to find me, If it comes around again, But I’ll probably be out fishing, I had me a high school