Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cardboard Avenue, artist - Ry Cooder. Album song My Name Is Buddy, in the genre Музыка мираDate of issue: 31.08.2006
Record label: Nonesuch
Song language: English
Cardboard Avenue |
| 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 |