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loudon wainwright iii - old ballyhoo lyrics

mister, won’t you lend a poor dime a cripple?
i’m about a thousand dollars from my home.
ain’t got no mile in my pocket, no head to poke my hole
through,
and i don’t know where i’ll die when i go to.
i have tried living in the valley and working at the
mill –
i like bootlegging better, running whiskey through
these hills.
now i’m back down from the mountain, and living on the
b-m.
if you’ve got change for five dollars, why don’t you
give me some?
mister, won’t you lend a poor dime a cripple?
i’m about a thousand dollars from my home.
ain’t got no mile in my pocket, no head to poke my hole
through,
and i don’t know where i’ll die when i go to.
hey, i could play in your theater, local church or
corner bar –
long as there’s fun and money, i ain’t too particular.
i can sing and dance and whistle, turn cartwheels
through the air,
and if i get too tight to stand upright, just tie me to
a chair.
mister, won’t you lend a poor dime a cripple?
i’m about a thousand dollars from my home.
ain’t got no mile in my pocket, no head to poke my hole
through,
and i don’t know where i’ll die when i go to.
now when this song is over, gonna p-ss around my hat –
so won’t you reach down deep inside – hey, quiet in the
back!
did you come to talk or listen, folks? now everybody
hush!
’cause when i hit that high note, i can make a statue
blush.

- loudon wainwright iii lyrics

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