You have a right to be rich - you've got no reason to be poorYou simply must have overlooked what you've been looking forSo step right up, my friends, cross your fingers, close you...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III
Way up in New York City, that's where we did goA fella called Frank Walker there, he owns a studioWe made us a recording right there on old BroadwayAnd for a week or two we got the...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III
If I lose let me lose, I don't care how much I loseIf I lose a hundred dollars while I'm tryin' to win a dimeFor my baby, she keeps money all the timeI can't walk neither can I tal...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III
There is coming a day when to judgement we'll goThere to reap as in life we have sownDeath eternal we'll reap if we sow to the fleshHeaven's joy then will never be knownMay we sow ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III
When the sun sets far away beyond the mountainsAnd the silvery moon is peeping through the treesShadows gently gather round the old plantationWhile the bells are chiming softly on ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III
It was hard bein' married to CharlieIt was no kind of regular lifeHe never stopped ramblin' or drinkin' or gamblin'At least not while I was his wifeI never knew what he was up toEx...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III
I've been all around this whole wide worldDown to Memphis, TennesseeAny old place I hang my hatIt looks like home to meI left my little girl cryingStanding in the doorThrowed her a...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III
I ain't got no knees no more, I can't walk aroundKeep me off that killing floor, Lord, and above the groundThe doctor says my heart's alright, and that's alright with meI guess the...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III
Landlord said this morning to meGive me your key, this flat ain't freeI can't get no rent out of youPack up your rags and skidooI said, wait until my Bill comes homeHe's my honey f...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III
When you walk along the street how oftentimes you meetSome poor old man who's gotten old and gray?With age his back is bent, in his pockets not a centAnd for shelter he has no plac...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III