Come on

Pa, Ma, Aunt Sis, Aunt Janie
When out for a drive
And some drunken lawyer hit on them
Everybody but the lawyer died

Pa had lots of debt,
So I went and sold the farm
I'm living in the tin of it
And I'm staving
I got rat bites on my arms

Yeah but
Life could be worse
Things could get bad
I'm lucky I guess
To remember what I am oh

Waited in the line one day
For a bit of soup and bread
I met Miss Initia
And this is what she said

She said
Keep your chin out Bobby
And smile when you talk
Then she went away now
She went away where pots go wash

Yeah but
Life could be worse
Things could get bad
I'm lucky I guess
To remember what I am oh

I'm lucky I guess
To remember
What I am

I'm working out on Davie's Street
For a man called Eddie Bones
I give him half of what I make
And he leaves me alone

I tell ya

I don't deal no rough trade
Like the corner cowboys do
I'm a temporary resident
Of Lonely Avenue

Yeah but
Life could be worse
Things could get bad
Life could be worse
Life could be worse

I'm lucky I guess
To remember what I am oh
I'm lucky I guess
To remember what I am oh
I'm lucky I guess
To remember
What I am

Come on
Hey yeah
Come on