Ooh, you might not ever get rich But let me tell you it's better than digging a ditch There ain't no telling who you might meet A movie star or maybe even an Indian chief Working at the car wash Working at the car wash, yeah Come on and sing it with me, car wash Sing it with the feeling now, car wash, yeah Ooh, come summer, the work gets kind of hard This ain't no place to be if you planned on being a star Let me tell you, it's always cool And the boss don't mind sometimes if you act a fool At the car wash, woah Talking about the car wash, yeah Come on y'all and sing it for me Car wash, wooh, car wash, yeah [(Work and work)] Well those cars never seem to stop coming [(Work and work)] Keep those waxin' machines humming [(Work and work)] My fingers to the bone [(Work and work)] Keep up, I can't wait till it's time to go home Hey, get your car washed today Be in our band, you don't have to pay Come on and give us a play Car wash, right away At the car wash Talking about the car wash, yeah Car wash, yeah Come on y'all and sing it with me Car wash Sing it with feeling Car wash, yeah Wowowoh [(Car wash)] Those cars never seem to stop coming [(Car wash, yeah)] Keeps those rags and machines coming [(Car wash)] Let me tell you it's always cool

I still get down everyday I get around everyday I still get lifting With my "kick it" With da homies all day I crip around everyday And dat my hood everyday I still get crazy When im stressing About my money all day

Oggi piove Nella valle E Roncocesi ormai è alle spalle Torno a casa Come i cani A sbranare Gli aquiloni Yeah Testa o croce passa il tempo Braghe corte e poi In un lampo I ricordi Pelle d'oca E una lacrima Da mezza lira Dove sarai Casa mia Come sarai Vita mia Oh no no no Che sospesi per aria E ci giri via Come fiori Oh no no no Come piume nell'aria Portati via siamo soli Dove sarai Casa mia Come sarai Vita mia Oh no no no Che sospesi per aria E ci giri via Come fiori Oh no no no Come piume nell'aria Portati via siamo soli Na na Nainanana Na na Nainanana If you make him cry Aria siamo aria Nell'aria Solo aria And don't make him cry Testa o croce Torno piano Che quel cerco ormai È già lontano

Hey tomorrow, where are you goin' Do you have some room for me 'Cause night is fallin' and the dawn is callin' I'll have a new day if she'll have me Hey tomorrow, I can't show you nothin' You've seen it all pass by your door So many times I said I been changin' Then slipped into patterns of what happened before 'Cause I've been wasted and I've over-tasted All the things that life gave to me And I've been trusted, abused and busted And I've been taken by those close to me Hey tomorrow you've gotta believe that I'm through wastin' what's left of me 'Cause night is fallin' and the dawn is callin' I'll have a new day if she'll have me 'Cause I've been wasted and I've over-tasted All the things that life gave to me And I've been trusted, abused and busted And I've been taken by those close to me Hey tomorrow, where are you goin' Do you have some room for me 'Cause night is fallin' and the dawn is callin' I'll have a new day if she'll have me I'll have a new day if she'll have me

That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang All day long they work so hard till the sun is goin' down Working on the highways and byways and wearin', wearin' a frown Hear them moanin' their lives away Then you hear somebody say That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang He don't love you, like I love you If he did he wouldn't break your heart He don't love you, like I love you He's trying to tear us apart Gonna find her, I'm gonna find her, I'm gonna find her Oh, if I have to climb a mountain, you know I will And if I have to swim a river, you know I will And I might find her hidin' up on Blueberry Hill How am I gonna find her, child, you know I will 'Cause I'm goin' searchin' I'm goin' searchin' Searchin' everywhere Just like some Northwest Mountie That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang All day long they work so hard till the sun is goin' down Working on the highways and byways and wearin', wearin' a frown Hear them moanin' their lives away Then you hear somebody say That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang

When I was a boy in the days of the train I'd sit by the tracks on a long summer day And I'd wave at the brakesman, and he'd wave back at me While the thunderclouds rolled out of East Tennessee But the dreams of a boy disappear when you're grown And though I may dream, the railroads are gone The ties they are rotten and the tracks shot to hell Along with my dreams and the old railroad bell In my dreams I ride the rails to California Workin' diners and farms along the way Or I'd hop a ride to hide across the border With a black eyed girl beside me all the way Now the mountains are silent and the railroads are gone And the coal towns no longer hear the miners at dawn But the train whistle shrills out her memories to me While the thunderclouds roll out of East Tennessee In my dreams I ride the rails to California Workin' diners and farms along the way Or I'd hop a ride to hide across the border With a black eyed girl beside me all the way Now the mountains are silent and the railroads are gone And the coal towns no longer hear the miners at dawn But the train whistle shrills out her memories to me While the thunderclouds roll out of East Tennessee

Well, out of Southern Illinois Come a down home country boy He's gonna make it in the city playin' guitar in the studio Oh, well, he hadn't been there an hour When he met a Broadway flower You know she took him for his money, and she left him in a cheap hotel Oh, well, it's easy for you to see That that country boy is me Say, and how am I gonna ever break the news to the folks back home? Well, I was gonna be a great success Things sure ended up a mess But in the process, I got messed up too But hello mama and dad, I had to call collect 'Cause I ain't got a cent to my name Well, I'm a sleepin' in the hotel doorway And tonight they say it's gonna rain And if you'd only send me some money Oh, I'll be back on my feet again Send it in care of the Sunday Mission Box number ten Well, back in Southern Illinois They're still worryin' 'bout their boy But this boy's goin' home soon as he gets the fare Because as soon as I got my bread I got a pipe upside my head You know they left me in an alley, took my money and my guitar too And hello mama and dad, I had to call collect 'Cause I ain't got a cent to my name Well, I'm a-sleepin' in the hotel doorway And tonight they say it's gonna rain And if you'd only send me some money I'll be back on my feet again Send it in care of the Sunday Mission Box number ten