| Well sometimes in the evenings I start to get that feeling
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| Like I’m empty inside
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| I know I’m doin' good now but tonight I’m headed downtown
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| Down by the riverside
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| I sit underneath the freeway with an old friend from the old days
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| And a bottle of wine
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| Well he used to call me «Big Time», and he knew someday that I’d shine
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| Said he’d seen all the signs
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| He said. |
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| «Keep yourself to yourself
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| Keep your bedroll dry
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| And boy you never can tell
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| What the shadows hide
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| Keep ene eve on the ground
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| Pick up whatever you find
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| 'Cause you’ve got no place to fall
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| When your back’s to the wall»
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| He’s gettin' old and it’s showin' when I asked him how it’s goin'
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| He said «I've seen better I guess
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| I’ve been rained on, I’ve been frozen, but this here’s the life I’ve chosen
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| If it just wasn’t for the loneliness»
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| Now this river suits me to a T. but if you’re trying to raise a family
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| It ain’t no place to be
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| There’s a kid down by the dump there, ought to be in grade school somewhere
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| Now he hangs out with me
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| And I told him. |
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| ."
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| Well we finished off the bottle and I told him,"Joe I think I ought to
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| Be headed uptown"
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| Well it was late, and I’d been drinkin', drivin' home I got to thinkin'
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| 'Bout what’s been going down
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| Cause they’re nervous down on Wall Street, but they’re trying to keep it upbeat
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| Or maybe they just don’t care
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| But down at the river eyes are burnin' cause they feel the tables turnin'
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| So if you wind up down there… |