Sittin' on a pocket full of hard earned wages Lookin' at the world through magazine pages I heard a lot about the mountains and the Colorado range Made
virtue was sheer poverty His vice was reading plays While other children starved and fought He learned just what to say Through tension and confession He beat the monster down
Can you tell me where I might find my friend and companion He looks a little different from anything you've seen He likes to beat the bass drum for justice
beat Go on home the policeman warns Just 'cause you're poor why do you declare war I can't help the way you were born Why are they holdin' him down He
It's never been the same since you returned from dreamin' With your nursery rhyme excuses and your picture postcards gleamin' Tellin' everyone who looks
It's a hell of a time to be thinking about heaven Didn't you forget the golden rule You've been acting like Jesus owes you a favor But he's a little
I never used to miss the chance to climb up on his knee And listen to the many tales of life upon the sea We'd go sailing back on Barkentines we'd talk
I didn't know we were at war I've been away so long Trying to help once lost men Distinguish right from wrong I didn't know we killed the men Our leaders
Every day held a new surprise I watched the hunger burning in my sister's eyes The paste-board shack we called home Would haunt me in my dreams 'Cause
who lived up here She told me she had finished school And then went on to college for a year I asked if she had married And slowly down her cheek there
Straight-laced leather-faced he rolled in like he owned the two-bit town Dollar bills bulging from his bell bottomed jeans The population they gathered
By: jimmy buffett 1970 Sittin' on a pocket full of hard earned wages Lookin' at the world through magazine pages I heard a lot about the mountains and
By: jimmy buffett, buzz cason 1970 Why is he cussin' and callin' disgustin' The city that is now his home He never smiles or keeps up with styles He is
Richard frost By: jimmy buffett Richard frost left alabama heading west to find his fame Only got to oklahoma and that's where he changed his name Now
By: jimmy buffett 1970 Can you tell me where I might find my friend and companion Now he looks a little different from anything you've seen He likes to
By: jimmy buffett 1970 Straight-laced leather-faced he rolled In like he owned the two-bit town Dollar bills bulging from his bell-bottomed jeans The
By: jimmy buffett 1970 As large as life she stood there Kissed my cheek and called my old nickname And though several years had passed Both of us still
It's a hell of a time to be thinking about heaven Didn't you forget the golden rule? You've been acting like Jesus owes you a favor But he's a little
