1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, 1 Broken glass, rusted leaves A wildfowl that's grown Say goodbye to the railroad The mad dogs of summer And everything that I know Some men would do it for diamonds Some men would do it for gold Wounded but they just keep on climbing Asleep by the side of the road There's a hole in the ladder A fence we can climb Mad as a hatter You're thin as a dime Go out to the meadow Hills are a-green Sing me a rain Steal me a dream Small-time Napoleon's shattered his knees But he stays in a saddle for rows And all his disciples They sheave in the gutter And they gather what's left of his clothes Some men would do it for diamonds Some men would do it for gold Wounded but they just keep on climbing Asleep by the side of the road © transcript Emily Beynon