Little Criminals lyrics

Beat-up little seagull
On a marble stair
Tryin' to find the ocean
Lookin' everywhere

Hard times in the city
In a hard town by the sea
Ain't nowhere to run to
There ain't nothin' here for free

Hooker on the corner
Waitin' for a train
Drunk lyin' on the sidewalk
Sleepin' in the rain

And they hide their faces
And they hide their eyes
'Cause the city's dyin'

Sittin' with the fat man
Tryin' to get a loan
Talkin' about horses
And the women that we've known

Spittin' on the sidewalk
Squintin' into the sun
Greetin' all the people
Smilin' at everyone

I said "Hey, listen, Fat Man
I just can't get a break
Must I pay my whole life long
For just one mistake?

"My brother's in the armed forces
My sister is in jail,

There is a countryard here in Chicago
Down by the river where no one goes
We could be married there in the countryard
By this old Spanish priest that no one knows
And he'll say
"Nel blu, dipinto
Dipinto di blu
Felice de stare
Di stare lassu"
That means you love him
And he loves you
"Piu bel ci sono
Ci sei tu"

Kathleen, Kathleen, Kathleen

Got a gun in my holster
Got a horse between my knees
And I'm goin' to Arizona
Pardon me, boys, if you please

I have been a desperado
Raped and pillaged 'cross the plain
Now, I'm goin' to Arizona
Just a Rider In The Rain

He's a Rider In The Rain
He's a Rider In The Rain
And I'm goin' to Arizona
He's a Rider In The Rain

Oh, my mother's in St. Louis
And my bride's in Tennessee

I'll Be Home
I'll Be Home
When your nights are troubled
And you're all alone
When you're feeling down
And need some sympathy
And there's no one else around
To keep you company
Remember, baby,
You can always count on me

I'll Be Home
I'll Be Home
I'll Be Home

I'll Be Home
I'll Be Home
Wherever you may wander
And wherever you may roam
You come back
I'll be waiting here for you

The world of science is my game
And Albert Einstein is my name
I was born in Germany
And I'm happy yo be
Here in the land of the brave and the free

In the year of nineteen five
Merely trying to survive
Took my knapsack in my hand
Caught a train for Switzerland

America, America
God shed his grace on Thee
You have whipped the Philipino
Now you rule the Western Sea

In Germany Before The War
There was a man who owned a store
In nineteen hundred thirty-four
In Dusseldorf
And every night at fine-o-nine
He'd cross the park down to the Rhine
And he'd sit there by the shore

I'm looking at the river
But I'm thinking of the sea
Thinking of the sea
Thinking of the sea
I'm looking at the river
But I'm thinking of the sea

A little girl has lost her way

They're comin' down the street.
They're comin' right down the middle.
Look how they keep the beat!
Why, they're as blue as the ocean!

How the sun shines down!
How their feet hardly touch the ground!
Jolly coppers on parade.

Here come the black-and-whites.
Here come the motorcycles.
Listen to those engines roar!
Now they're doin' tricks for the children.

Oh, they look so nice!

Here I am lost in the wind
'Round in circles sailing
Like a ship that never comes in
Standing by myself

Sing a sad song for a good man
Sing a sad song for me
Sing a sad song for the sailor
A thousand miles from the sea

Here I am along on the plain
Sun's going down
It's starting to rain
Papa, we'll go sailing

What you wanna come back here for?
Thought you're with your uptown friends
Don't need none of your junkie business
You gonna screw us up again

Get your blackjack off my table
Get your coat out of my rack
We don't need you 'round here, jerk-off
Chuck, I want you off my back

'Cause we've almost made it
We've almost made it
We've almost made it to the top

Got a gun from Uncle Freddy

He's waitin' for come rain to fall
He's waitin' for some mail to come
He's waitin' for the dawn again
Old Man On The Farm

Milk the cow - slop the pigs
Sweeping out the chicken-house
Drinking whiskey in the barn

Goodnight ladies
Sorry if I stayed too long
So long it's been good to know you
I love the way I sing that song