It's against the law to walk, and against the law
I’m gonna tell all you fascists you may be surprised
The
At my window, sad and lonely
Oft times do I
Black wind blowing in the cotton field, honey
There's a black
I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a
Eisler on the go, Eisler on the move
Brother is on
For your sparkling cocky smile I've walked a million miles
Begging
I'm a porter and a night clerk at the old
Ingrid Bergman, Ingrid Bergman
Let's go make a picture
On
My flying saucer, where can you be
Since that sad
Do you still sing of the mountain bed we made
Ten hundred books could I write you about her
Cause
Last night or the night before that,
I won't say which
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