Cardboard Avenue - Ry Cooder

Well, thank you for the drink my friend, that’s alright with me

Let’s drink to the workingman, wherever he might be

Remember what he stood up for and the struggles he went through

Then let us take a little stroll down Cardboard Avenue

Down on the street where I live, when evening comes around

No T.V. or radio, never hear a lonesome sound

Except some poor Joe cryin', Lord, can I make it up to you?

But he never gets an answer down on Cardboard Avenue

Well here’s my little heartbreak hotel, now don’t you be let down

When the ghost of Hobo Bill comes a-shufflin' around

He might pause by your side, saying, Buddy, can you spare a dime or two?

Then he’ll just drift off into the night on Cardboard Avenue

Now, I hear the whistle blowing now, must be the Red Ball train

We’ll see you in the North Country, when the springtime comes again

Just ask any workingman, wherever you might be

The whereabouts of Reverend Tom, Lefty Mouse, and Buddy

And if he asks you, Were you in the fight, did you join the strike of 1932?

Just tell him that you knew us down on Cardboard Avenue