At The Depot - Rory Gallagher

Well, I’m hanging round the depot boys

Trying to get a job

I’m so sick and tired of being laid off

No silver lining, no rainbow’s end

Bills in my mail-box, that’s all they ever send

All they ever send

Well, I’m hanging round the corner, boys

Holding up the well

Feeling kinda sloppy, waiting for a call

Running out of patience, running out of cool

Don’t turn on the radio, I don’t want to hear the news

Don’t want to hear the news

Yeah…

Well, you sure look good

Baby, sure look neat

Sure make sense from your head to your feet

You don’t want to know me now

But you’re gonna change your mind

I’m going to Fat City, gonna do things in style

Well, you sure look good

Baby, sure look neat

Making all the ice melt when you walk down the street

You don’t want to know me now

But you’re gonna change your mind

I’m going to Fat City, gonna do things in style

Yeahhh…

Well, my motor won’t run men

I’m sure it’s on the blink

Ain’t had no gasoline since God knows when

I’m waiting for that woman, ain’t she ever gonna show?

Don’t keep me waiting, I got some place else to go

Some place else to go

Well, I’m hanging round the depot, boys

Can’t get a job

I’m so sick and tired of being laid off

No silver lining, no rainbow’s end

Blues in my mail-box.

that’s all they ever send

All they ever send

All they ever send

Yeahhhhh…