It sure is sweet
To be a living legend
Mister, can you use
An old folksinger?
Would your patrons like
Some old time soul?
Can you dig
The "Foggy Mountain Breakdown"?
I'm sorry
I don't play no rock and roll
But I can make them cry
With "Molly Darling"
They'll sing along
On "Row Your Boat Ashore"
I'll play until the dawn
And when the crowd is gone
Mister, I'll be glad
To sweep your floor
You should've been
In New York back in sixty
Hey, wasn't I
A star there for awhile?
But New York messed up my head
And I got strung out on Reds
And Bobby Dylan
He went and copped my style
But didn't we make them cry
With "Molly Darling"?
They sung along
On "Row Your Boat Ashore"
And the street life sure is fun
When you're twenty-one
But mister
I ain't twenty-one no more
So I take the love
Of girls who still remember
And I take the help
Of them that care to give
And I swap my songs
For sandwiches and shelter
Cause even living legends
Have to live
But I still can make them cry
With "Molly Darling"
They'll sing along
On "Row Your Boat Ashore"
Michael row the boat ashore
Hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore
Hallelujah
You all not singing now
Michael row the boat ashore
Hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore
Hallelujah
Everybody sing
Hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore
Hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore
Hallelujah