Lyrics

Aint no fog by the railway
Lazy crews in the kitchen car
Aint no side car gonna pay no mind

Where every Jane jumps the jail gate
There's a loose end all along
Ain't seem like trouble anyhow

I've been touched by the shoe shine
And my suits fit all around
Clean pressed like a gentleman, I must say

Gonna sail away from the valley
Straight from footlinks and zebra gowns
With a drunkard's pail to send us on our way

It's a life-long, seasoned tendancy to find our lows
But now my name is gold, darling
Gold
The hot heavy
Even on the lowside
The side-wind is hotter than a shoveled stone
And that's where we'll go, darling
Go
Make a living

One foot forward
Make it double, babe
It's no poor man's part of town
I was there when they let that center go

But there's been life in the highlands
And I know that all along
Time has made me wander towards the road.

It's a life-long, seasoned tendancy to find our lows
But now my name is gold, darling
Gold
The hot heavy
Even on the lowside
The side-wind is hotter than a shoveled stone
And that's where we'll go, darling
Go
Make a living