Well my buddy Jim Bass he's a-workin' pumpin gas
And he makes two fifty for an hour
He's got rythm in his hands as he's tappin' on the cans
Sings rock and roll in the shower
Drivin' over Kanan, singin' to my soul
There's people out there turnin' music into gold

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There are dreams that fly in the midnight wind
Souls that cry in the midnight wind
Lovers who try in the midnight wind
You and I in the midnight wind

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You once thought of me
As a white knight on a steed
Now you know how happy I can be
Oh, and our good times starts and end
Without dollar one to spend
But how much, baby, do we really need

Cheer up, sleepy jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen

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Blind boys and gamblers, they invented the blues
Will pay up in blood when this marker comes due
To try to get off now, it's about as insane
As those who wave lanterns at runaway trains

I'm worried about you, I'm worried about me
We're lighting the fuses and counting to three
And what are the choices for those who remain
The sign of the cross on a runaway train




John Stewart
1939 - 2008