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Well a poor boy took his father’s bread and started down the road Started down the road Took all he had and started down the road Going out in this world, where God only knows And that’ll be the way to get along Well poor boy spent all he had, famine come in the land

Ev’rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy ‘Cause summer’s here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy But what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock ‘n’ roll band ‘Cause in sleepy London town There’s just no place for a street fighting man No

I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs I know you’re no scare-eyed honey. There’ll be a feast if you just come upstairs But it’s no hanging matter It’s no capital crime I can see that you’re fifteen years old No I don’t want your I.D. You look so rest-less and you’re so

Parachute woman, land on me tonight Parachute woman, land on me tonight I’ll break big in New Orleans And I’ll overspill in Caroline Parachute woman, join me for a ride Parachute woman, join me for a ride I’ll make my blow in Dallas And get hot again in half the time Parachute woman, will you

Let’s drink to the hard working people Let’s drink to the lowly of birth Raise your glass to the good and the evil Let’s drink to the salt of the earth Say a prayer for the common foot soldier Spare a thought for his back breaking work Say a prayer for his wife and his