By the shore's of old Lake Michigan
Where the "hawk wind"
The day you're born they sign a piece of paper
To
Beneath the moonlit sky
Shadows walk beside the water
Sad goodbye whispered
Riding on the city of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday morning
A traveling salesman stopped for gas, as it was getting
Well I wish I had some memories
That I'd keep inside
Well....
I walk up to the mike and and then I
When Johnny got the letter
It had no return address,
But he
We had a city hall wedding
And our friends all laughed
And
How much tequila did I drink last night?
It's really anybody's
Went out on 42nd street
That's where the elite all retreat
Friends are always telling me that I'm old fashioned
Out of
Hey everybody wherever you are
They've got a new way of
All of the river boat gamblers are losing their shirts
All
The Dutchman's not the kind of man
Who keeps his thumb
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