|
I was brought up on the banks
Of the mighty raritan
Canal and rail lines,
Mudlarkers fighting high tide
With the fights and the foibles
Of children free-thinking
Listen to the grown-ups
Curse life and thinking
That the trains above crashing by,
They are friends of mine
They're all friends of mine
I got drunk on the banks
Of the mighty raritan
I stole a rowboat and i,
I ended up in Trenton
Where i was nurtured and perverted
By women free-thinking
And hoarse voices in love
With life singing
That all your life and mine,
It's not a lie, lie, lie
It's not a lie, lie, lie
Beat up and broke again
Upon the mighty raritan
Canal and rail lines and I'm
I'm fighting low tide
Well how much can you learn
By just hanging around
Enough to leave here
And I've found
That the trains above crashing by,
They are friends of mine,
They're old friends of mine
|
|
