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You saw the sign on a pick-up truck
And bought a guitar with a borrowed buck
And you dig it, and you dig it
They liked your song, they were hot for you
You got the job, there was work to do
And you dig it, and you dig it
Chorus:
But waiting, there was someone waiting for you
Claiming a piece of everything that you do
It seems I've heard your story all before
Someone's standing knocking at your door
Your early morning wake up call
The bags are packed and in the hall
The managers ran off with all the money that you made
You get on stage nearly every night
You work around till you get it right
And you dig it, and you dig it
And then you sign for a record deal
And off you go on the music wheel
And you dig it, and you dig it
(chorus)
You made the charts and all the hangers on were hanging on
Flashing knives behind your back
Living in your money sack
And you were thinking you got it made
(only on single version:)
You do the tours and the interviews
You meet the press and you're in the news
And you dig it, and you dig it
You hear your song on the radio
You see your face on the TV shows
And you dig it, and you dig it
But waiting, there was someone waiting for you
Claiming a piece of everything that you do
It seems I've heard your story all before
Someone's standing knocking at your door
Your record isn't selling well
The tickets to your shows don't sell
You look around and suddenly
You find that you've got leprosy
The taxman's coming after you
Your lawyer and your girlfriend too
And the managers ran off with all the money that you made
Oh Susie girl you been wasting time
You've been in space when you could've been mine
And it seems such a pity
That's the way that it should be
But if it's alright with you baby
Then it's alright by me
I had you down for a number one
Things ain't bad but they sure ain't fun
And it seems kind of silly
Such a bad way to be
But if it's alright with you baby
Then it's alright by me
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
It ain't that we don't have nothing to say
It's more that the words just get in the way
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
One of these days when you look around
You'll realise it's along way down
But you know what you're doing
How you want it to be
But if it's alright with you baby
Then it's alright by me
It's a communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
It ain't that we don't have nothing to say
It's more that the words just get in the way
Communication breakdown
Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown, breakdown
Five miles to midnight, long way from home
Mind like an eagle, feet made of stone
I know you're thinking you been there too
One only woman, I'll wait for you
Standing around, barking at the moon
Holding your ground, sing another tune
Looking outside of your window
Hoping you're gonna be there
Standing around, barking at the moon
Some days a circle, some days a line
Some days you're flying, some down the mine
I hear you calling, I know you're there
One only woman, I don't know where
Standing around, barking at the moon
Holding your ground, sing another tune
Looking outside of your window
Hoping you're gonna be there
Standing around, barking at the moon
Standing around, barking at the moon
Holding your ground, sing another tune
Looking outside of your window
Hoping you're gonna be there
Standing around, barking at the moon
Another Friday night and broke
Another Friday night on Broadway
The canyons shimmer in the smoke
The dudes are looking in a bad way
There's money mountains on the sidewalk
It's pouring out of limousines
And it's the lure of sitting pretty
On a life of golden dreams
There's a world for the humble and happy
And a world for the hard and the strong
I can take it, I can make it
There's a whole world out there
And I want my share
I've been downtown too long
Another night of playing bars
Familiar faces at the tables
The same old second hand cigars
The girls wear imitation sables
And out there there's the real thing
Cruising down the avenue
While I'm stuck here with my guitar
And I sing the blues to you
And it's hard to be humble and happy
And you know that you've got to be strong
I can take it, yeah I can make it
There's a whole world out there
And I want my share
I've been downtown too long
I've been hanging around waiting for the big one
To come sailing through the door
And I won't be waiting around anymore
No more
And out there there's the real thing
Cruising down the avenue
And if it's ever gonna happen
Then it's way long overdue
And it's hard to be humble and happy
When there's a world for the hard and the strong
I can make it, yeah I can take it
There's a whole world out there and I want my share
I've been downtown too long
I've been hanging around waiting for the big one
To come walking through the door
But I won't be waiting around anymore
No more
Well first you gotta speak right says the guy at the door
As he give me the directions to the 2nd floor
Where a girl looking sassy with a smile on her face
Says you must be mistaken, this ain't the right place
But it's alright, got a ticket
But it's looking like it's gonna be a very sticky wicket
'Cos the bow-tie in the corner with his nose in the air
Says there's a right way and a wrong way
And a short way and a long way uptown
And a right way to go about it
And what's the world coming to
When a night out at the opera's like a day out at the zoo
Chorus:
And if you don't mind I was just about leaving
I can't stand being in the air that you're breathing
I don't mind telling you you're so full of fiction
And opera singers have terrible diction
Now in this conversation there's the music man
Who bought himself a reputation with a government grant
And when he comes on special I try to keep my head
But I just gotta, I just gotta, I just gotta see red
Say what's the matter fella, don't let it spoil your night
You only got invited 'cos you got the accent right
You think you're sitting pretty, your fingers on the brass
And you stand there looking silly with your finger in your glass
We don't want your kind round here
We don't think you fit round here
So why don't you stay outside
Pay your tax and subside
(chorus)
(instrumental break)
We don't want your kind round here
We don't think you fit round here
So why don't you stay outside
Pay your tax and subside
(chorus)
Twelve o'clock
You climb your stairs
You turn the key
And no-one's there, no-one's there
It's cold and bare
And there's the phone
It's on your wall
And there's a note
No-one's called, no-one's called
And ain't that small
Chorus:
But I can help you
I can understand
I can help you
To your promised land
I'm your helping hand
Your midnight man
You try to sleep
But sleep won't come
You lie awake
And toss and turn
Toss and turn
And burn, burn, burn
You read a book
And try some food
You have a smoke
It's ain't no good
It's ain't no good
You're in that mood
(chorus)
No need to be there
All on your own
You got the number
You got the phone
Any time any day
And I'll be on my way
I'm at your window
I'm at your door
I'm on the ceiling
I'm on the floor
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming
Here I come
'Cos I can help you
I can understand
I can help you
To your promised land
I'm your helping hand
Your midnight man
I can help you
I can understand
I can help you
To the promised land
I'm your helping hand
Your midnight man
Your midnight man
The latest song
I can help you
I can understand
I can help you
To the promised land
I'm your helping hand
Your midnight man
Your midnight man
A little bit louder
I can help you
I can understand
I can help you
To the promised land
I'm your helping hand
Your midnight man
Give me my bill, I'm checking out
Get me a seat on the first plane out
Throw me a line and save my skin
Get out the cards and deal me in
It's getting too hard to survive and it shows
On the road
Where did you go when you left last night
Did you score, did you do alright
Where did you go in nowhere towns
With all the good men going down
It's getting too hard to survive and it shows
On the road
On the road
Live in a suitcase/another show/another dose/artistic paranoia
We got a headcase/he write it down/he know it all/and never get to know you
It's getting too hard to survive and it shows
On the road
On the road
Live in a suitcase/another show/another dose/artistic paranoia
We got a headcase/he write it down/he know it all/and never get to know you
It's getting too hard to survive and it shows
On the road
Give me my bill, I'm checking out
Get me a seat on the first plane out
Throw me a line and save my skin
Get out the cards and deal me in
It's getting too hard to survive and it shows
On the road
Sunday morning
Crazy head
Empty bottles
Crowded bed
No tomorrow
Yesterday
Just another
Life away
Look at that woman go
In a twenty-four hour loop
Look at that woman go
And her eyes are black as midnight
And her face is white as snow
Look at that woman go
Mussolini
Brought her in
She been flying
Ever since
Don't need money
Doesn't click
Can't get started
It doesn't stick
Look at that woman go
In a twenty-four hour loop
Look at that woman go
And her eyes are black as midnight
And her face is white as snow
And she doesn't see the camera
But everybody know
Look at that woman go
Turn the pages
And there's the queen
In every other
Magazine
Has the picture
Has the dirt
Took his money
Took his shirt
Look at that woman go
In a twenty-four hour loop
Look at that woman go
With a bullet in her scrapbook
And the blood upon her hands
And she's looking like a winner
And she doesn't give a damn
And her eyes are black as midnight
And her face is white as snow
And she doesn't see the camera
But everybody know
Look at that woman go
Stand back momma and clear the floor
And ring your bell, close the door
I worked all week and I done alright
The fat cat's on next Saturday night
The drainpipe boogie, the shiny shoes
The fat back shuffle, the union blues
Don't cry momma, I love you still
But that fat cat's playing on Blueberry hill
It's a fat night
It's a fat night
Now you're doing, you're doing well
Come on momma, why don't you ring that bell
It's a fat night
Hold on momma, you're going too fast
Ease your motor, save your gas
Take it easy, make it slow
'Cos the fat cat's got no place to go
Watch out momma, I'm coming through
So burn your book, I'm through to you
I've worked all week, and I've done alright
'Cos that fat cat's playing, it's Saturday night
Saturday night
It's gonna be a fat night
It's a fat night
Now you're doing, you're doing well
You got the hammer, why don't you ring my bell
It's a fat night, and we're doing alright
It's a fat night, goodnight momma
It's gonna be a fat night
There ain't a mountain you can't climb
When you believe in yourself
There ain't a river you can't swim
When you believe in yourself
There ain't a sea that can't be crossed
A sky that can't be flown
A field that can't be ploughed
And a seed that can't be sown
A chance that you will never
Get to make it on your own
When you believe in yourself
Chorus:
Believe in yourself, believe in yourself
Don't let it get you
Don't let the thought get you down
Believe in yourself, believe in yourself
Don't hesitate when you know that it won't wait around
There ain't a path that you can't take
When you believe in yourself
There ain't a chain that you can't break
When you believe in yourself
There ain't a road that can't be walked
A race that can't be run
A soul that can't be moved
And a day that can't be fun
A life that can't be lived
And a heart that can't be won
When you believe in yourself
(chorus)
Believe in yourself
Don't think about it, you got it all there inside
Believe in yourself
There ain't nothing to it, just stand up and do it
What can you lose when you try
Believe in yourself
Ain't nothing to it, stand up and do it
Believe in yourself
Believe in yourself