℗ 1974
(Paul Simon)
The mama pajama rolled out of bed And she ran to the police station When Ihe papa found out he began to shout And he started the investigation It's against the law It was against the law What the mama saw It was against the law The mama looked down and spit on the ground Everytime my name gets mentioned The papa said oy if I get that boy I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention Well I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going I'm on my way I'm taking my time But I don'l know where Goodbye to Rosie the queen of Corona See you, me and Julio Down by the schootyard See you, me and Julio Down by the schoolyard Me and Julio down by the schoolyard In a couple of days they come and Take me away But the press let the story leak And when the radical priest Come to get me released We was all on the cover of Newsweek And I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going I'm on my way I'm taking my time But I don't know where Goodbye to Rosie the queen of Corona See you, me and Julio Down by the schoolyard See you, me and Julio Down by the schoolyard See you, me and Julio Down by the schoolyard
(Paul Simon)
Many's the time I've been mistaken, and many times confused Yes and I've often felt forsaken, and certainly misused Ah but I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm just weary thru my bones Still you don't expect to be bright and bon-vivant So far away from home, so far away from home And I don't know a soul who's not been battered I don't have a friend who feels at ease I don't know a dream that's not been shattered or driven to its knees But it's alright, it's alright, for we live so well, so long Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on I wonder what's gone wrong, I can't help it I wonder what's gone wrong And I dreamed I was dying, I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly And looking back down at me, smiled reassuringly And I dreamed I was flying, and high up above my eyes could clearly see The statue of liberty, sailing away to sea, and I dreamed I was flying But we come on a ship they called Mayflower We come on a ship that sailed the moon We come in the ages' most uncertain hours and sing an American tune And it's alright, oh it's alright, it's alright, you can be forever blessed Still tomorrow's gonna be another working day and I'm trying to get some rest That's all I'm trying, to get some rest
(Paul Simon)
Couple in the next room Bound to win a prize They've been going at it all night long Well, I'm trying to get some sleep But these motel walls are cheap Lincoln Duncan is my name And here's my song, here's my song. My father was a fisherman My mama was the fisherman's friend And I was born in the boredom And the chowder So when I reached my prime I left my home in the Maritimes Headed down the turnpike for New England, sweet New England Holes In my confidence Holes In the knees of my jeans I was left without a penny in my pocket Oo-we I was about destituted As a kid could be And I wished I wore a ring So I could hock it, I'd like to hock it. A young girl in a parking lot Was preaching to a crowd Singing sacred songs and reading From the Bible Well, I told her I was lost And she told me all about the Pentecost And I seen that girl as the road To my survival Just later on the very same night When I crept to her tent with a flashlight And my long years of innocence ended Well, she took me to the woods Saying here comes something and it feels so good And just like a dog I was befriended, I was befriended. Oh, oh, what a night Oh what a garden of delight Even now that sweet memory lingers I was playing my guitar Lying underneath the stars Just thanking the Lord For my fingers, For my fingers
(Paul Simon)
No I would not give you false hope On this strange and mournful day But the mother and child reunion Is only a motion away, oh, little darling of mine I can't for the life of me Remember a sadder day I know they say let it be But it just don't work out that way And the course of a lifetime runs Over and over again No I would not give you false hope On this strange and mournful day But the mother and child reunion Is only a motion away, oh, little darling of mine I just can't believe It's so Though it seems strange to say I never been laid so low In such a mysterious way And the course of a lifetime runs Over and over again But I would not give you false hope On this strange and mournful day When the mother and child reunion Is only a motion away Oh the mother and child reunion Is only a motion away Oh the mother and child reunion Is only a moment away
Let us be lovers, We'll marry our fortunes together. I've got some real estate Here in my bag. So we bought a pack of cigarettes, And Mrs. Wagner's pies, And walked off To look for America. "Kathy", I said, As we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh, Michigan seems like a dream to me now. It took me four days To hitch-hike from Saginaw. "I've come to look for America." Laughing on the bus, Playing games with the faces, She said the man in the gabardine suit Was a spy. I said, "Be careful, His bow tie is really a camera." "Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat." We smoked the last one An hour ago. So I looked at the scenery, She read her magazine; And the moon rose over an open field. "Kathy, I'm lost", I said, Though I know she was sleeping. "I'm empty and aching and I don't know why." Counting the cars On the New Jersey Turnpike The've all come To look for America, All come to look for America, All come to look for America.