postcards for my father   from pennsylvania station   hey I'm in the big town   it only took imagination   things I haven't told you   I bet you already know   things you haven't told me yet   I'd pay good money to know   let's do some talkin'   willie is a proud man   willie is strong   I'd like to say I know him well   but he hardly talks at all   let's do some talkin'   the miles on your iron feet   and your calloused hands   evidence you work too hard   and that you always have   been waiting on the lottery   I'm waiting on a song   to rise up out of poverty   well maybe we've been rich   all along