Dark End of the Street

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
Ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief",
Oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no senator's son,
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, no,

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman come to the door,
Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes,

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no millionaire's son.
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, no.

Yea, some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Oh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, how much should we give,
Oh, they only answer, more, more, more, you,

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no military son,
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one,

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate son, no no no

Across the evening sky
All the birds are leaving
But how can they know
It's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire
I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time

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For who knows
Where the time goes?
Who knows
Where the time goes?

Sad, deserted shore
Your fickle friends
Are leaving
Ah, but then you know
It's time for them to go
But I will still be here
I have no thought
Of leaving
I do not count the time

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And I am not alone
While my love is near me
I know it will be
So until it's time to go
So come the storms
Of winter
And then the birds
In spring again
I have no fear of time

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