I've been going down this long, long road, boys.
I've been doing it for a while.
I've been going down this long, long road, boys,
looking for a special smile.
I worked the bars, New York to Frisco,
but I could never make it pay.
And you know how money is,
it slips right through your fingers.
One more dollar, one
more day.
I've been going down that same old road now,
like the world I met and all through
years.
I shoved a hundred million quarters in the jukebox.
I served a barrel full of
answers to the will.
I live my life like there ain't no tomorrow.
Guess I always have and always will.
Bind me all my yesterdays,
both stretching out like boxcars,
disappearing round some hill.
I always thought that life was for living.
Nothing is as easy as it seems.
Like the Portland rose,
I'll be there and I'll find a rainbow in my dreams.
The bluebird, he has no money.
The bluebird, he has no kin.
The bluebird,
where no time
He answers to the wind.
He answers to the wind.