Drummer Man (Feat. Hal Blaine) - Nancy Sinatra

Hush, hush, little baby, don’t you cry

Hush, hush, little baby, don’t you cry

Daddy works in a rock and roll band

He’s a Drummer Man

Plays all night in a crummy dive

down on Lincoln Street

Living in a rat trap, hassle and

a-hustle with the welfare plan

Lord, it’s tough when you’re living with a dream

Of a Drummer Man

Hush, hush, little baby, don’t you cry

Don’t you know, little baby, bye and bye

Daddy’s really going to make it big like Ringo done

Be a Hollywood cat and live up in the canyon where the sun shines

If we can just hold on till

we find that once in a lifetime plan

Oh, Lord, it hurts to be living with a dream

Of a Drummer Man

And I love him so And I clean his jeans

And I dry his tears

When the breaks don’t come, and it ain’t no fun

He’s my man and he’s a real good drummer

It’s a bummer when you’ve got to play

the nickel and the dime

Kind of job that don’t pay enough to buy a can of beans

Chicken bone’s clean

Hush, hush, little baby, don’t you cry

Hush, hush, little baby, don’t you cry

Daddy works in a rock and roll band

He’s a Drummer Man

He beats out time, drinks a lot of bad

wine down on Lincoln Street

One day Daddy’s going to be a star

But in the meantime-

Oh, Lord, it’s tough to be living with a dream

Of a Drummer Man

Child it’s tough but your Daddy is a dream

Of a Drummer Man