Loudon Wainwright Iii Quotes
There was a time I didn't have any power, yet the world was an oyster to me No short days, just long ones, right times, no wrong ones, happy as a clam or a kid can be Ah, but where am I now, far away from all that, golden time when I was just 10 10 years old! It deesn't seem fair, I can't get back there, to have it all over again I'm well aware I can't get back there to live it all over again Suppose then it's fair I can't go back there to have it all over again
THERE COMES A TIME IN A YOUNG MAN'S LIFE WHEN HE SHOULD SETTLE DOWN, BUT I'VE GOTTA CATCH THAT NEXT FAIR DEAL BEFORE IT HITS THE GROUND - I'M ON MY WAY, I'M GONNA MAKE IT PAY. GO ASK ANYBODY, IT'S HAPPENED MORE THAN ONCE - I'LL STEP OUT FOR A MINUTE AND BE GONE FOR SEVEN MONTHS - GOT A LITTLE BIT LOST, I FORGOT MY WATCH. OH, I'M GOING AWAY, I'M GOING TO STAY, AND NEVER COMING HOME. GONNA MISS ME, HONEY, IN THE DAYS TO COME, WHEN THE WINTER WIND BEGINS TO BLOW, THE GROUND IS COVERED UP WITH SNOW - YOU'LL THINK OF ME, GONNA WISH ME BACK, YOUR LOVING MAN. YOU'RE GONNA MISS ME HONEY IN THE DAY, DAYS, DAYS TO COME. I'M LIVIN' IN THE HIGHWAYS, JUST TRYIN' TO CATCH A CAR. IT'S "WHERE YOU GOING, BUDDY?" "WELL, I'M GOING WHEREVER YOU ARE - I'M SATISFIED, JUST TO TAKE A LITTLE RIDE." LIFE'S A LOT LIKE POKER, YOU CAN'T WIN IF YOU DON'T PLAY - GONNA BANKROLL MY TOMORROW AND PAWN MY YESTERDAY. I'LL TRUST IN GOD, BUT I'LL CUT THE CARDS. OH, I'M GOING AWAY, I'M GOING TO STAY, AND NEVER COMING HOME. GONNA MISS ME, HONEY, IN THE DAYS TO COME, WHEN THE WINTER WIND BEGINS TO BLOW, THE GROUND IS COVERED UP WITH SNOW - YOU'LL THINK OF ME, GONNA WISH ME BACK, YOUR LOVING MAN. YOU'RE GONNA MISS ME HONEY IN THE DAY, DAYS, DAYS TO COME. I'M GOING ROUND THE WORLD, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT? GOING ALL THE WAY AROUND THE WORLD, I'M NEVER COMING BACK - NEVER COMIN' HOME, GOIN' AWAY TO ROAM. OH BUT I WON'T GO TO SAN ANTONE OR ANYWHERE NEAR FRANCE - THAT'S TWO LAST THINGS, I SAID THAT'S TWO, THAT I'M NEVER NEVER NEVER EVER EVER GONNA DO. SO CAN'T YOU SEE? IT'S GUARANTEED - THERE ISN'T ANY CHANCE I'LL MEET MY ALAMO, MY LITTLE WATERLOO.
WHEN YOU WALK ALONG THE STREET, HOW OFTENTIMES YOU MEET SOME POOR OLD MAN WHO'S GOTTEN OLD AND GRAY. WITH AGE HIS BACK IS BENT, IN HIS POCKETS NOT A CENT, AND FOR SHELTER HE HAS NO PLACE TO STAY. HIS RELATIONS BY THE SCORE, THEY'LL TURN HIM FROM THE DOOR - THEY'LL SEE HIM ON THE STREET AND PASS HIM BY. IF YOU ASK THEM WHY THEY DO, THEY'LL TURN AND SAY TO YOU, "HE IS OLD, HE'S GRAY, HE'S ONLY IN THE WAY." NOW LET US CHEER THEM ON, FOR THEY WON'T BE WITH US LONG. DON'T SNEER AT THEM BECAUSE THEY'RE OLD AND GRAY. JUST REMEMBER WHILE YOU'RE YOUNG THAT FOR YOU THE DAY MAY COME, WHEN YOU'LL BE OLD AND GRAY, AND ONLY IN THE WAY. NOW MY MESSAGE, I AM SURE, IS FOR RICH AS WELL AS POOR, FOR TAKE A RICH MAN WHEN HE'S GROWING OLD - HIS RELATIONS 'ROUND HIM STAND, AND TAKE HIM BY THE HAND - THEY ALL WANT HIM TO DIE, THEY WANT HIS GOLD. AND WHAT IT'S TRULY WORTH TO OWN THE RICHES OF THIS EARTH, HE'LL DISCOVER AT THE CLOSING OF THE DAY. AFTER ALL HE'S LIKE THE POOR WHEN HIS JOURNEY'S NEARLY O'ER - HE FINDS HE'S OLD AND GRAY AND ONLY IN THE WAY. NOW LET US CHEER THEM ON, FOR THEY WON'T BE WITH US LONG. DON'T SNEER AT THEM BECAUSE THEY'RE OLD AND GRAY. JUST REMEMBER WHILE YOU'RE YOUNG THAT FOR YOU THE DAY MAY COME, WHEN YOU'LL BE OLD AND GRAY, AND ONLY IN THE WAY.
OLD CHARLIE COULD DRINK YOU UNDER THE TABLE, OLD CHARLIE COULD SING ALL NIGHT LONG. OLD CHARLIE HAD FUN, BUT HIS RAMBLING IS DONE, AND THIS IS OLD CHARLIE'S LAST SONG. OLD CHARLIE WOULD FIGHT, ONCE HE HIT A POLICEMAN - THEY THROWED HIM JAIL 'CAUSE THAT'S WRONG. AND WHEN HE BROKE OUT, THE COPS TOOK HIM ON HOME, AND OLD CHARLIE, HE PLAYED THEM A SONG. OLD CHARLIE COULD DRINK YOU UNDER THE TABLE, OLD CHARLIE COULD SING ALL NIGHT LONG. OLD CHARLIE HAD FUN, BUT HIS RAMBLING IS DONE, AND THIS IS OLD CHARLIE'S LAST SONG. OLD CHARLIE MADE MOONSHINE FOR THE LOCAL BOOTLEGGERS, CHARLIE, HE HAD HIM A STILL. AND THE MONEY HE MADE PAID FOR A GOOD BANJO - YOU CAN'T MAKE THAT WAGE DOWN AT THE MILL. "BUT HIS RAMBLING IS DONE ..." OLD CHARLIE COULD DRINK YOU UNDER THE TABLE, OLD CHARLIE COULD SING ALL NIGHT LONG. OLD CHARLIE HAD FUN, BUT HIS RAMBLING IS DONE, AND THIS IS OLD CHARLIE'S LAST SONG. OLD CHARLIE COULD NEVER HOLD ON TO A DOLLAR - HE GOT FAMOUS, BUT HE NEVER GOT RICH. AND HE NEVER AMOUNTED TO MUCH OF A HUSBAND, THAT BANJO PLAYING SON OF A BITCH. OLD CHARLIE COULD DRINK YOU UNDER THE TABLE, OLD CHARLIE COULD SING ALL NIGHT LONG. OLD CHARLIE HAD FUN, BUT HIS RAMBLING IS DONE, AND THIS IS OLD CHARLIE'S LAST SONG. OLD CHARLIE ONCE SAID THAT HE HAD A BLACK HEART, ALL EXCEPT A SMALL SPOT THAT WAS RED. IF HE DRINKS ANY MORE THAT RED SPOT WILL TURN BLACK, AND OLD CHARLIE AT LAST WILL BE DEAD. OLD CHARLIE COULD DRINK YOU UNDER THE TABLE, OLD CHARLIE COULD SING ALL NIGHT LONG. OLD CHARLIE HAD FUN, BUT HIS RAMBLING IS DONE, AND THIS WAS OLD CHARLIE'S LAST SONG.
