I said fool,
rush there
We
wise men never tread
The lanes,
the little corners
The back roads that lead to nowhere Fool,
drive
The little back roads,
the alleys The back streets where I was brought up
No fools, never tried where I was brought up
Fools,
oh they are fools I said fool, rush there
We wise men never tread The back roads,
the little corners
The back streets,
the little alleys Where I was brought up
No fools,
never come that way They never come this way
Where I was brought up No fools,
they never come for me
When I look to my window in the morning
From the way I walk,
sun peeping down
The smell of herbs that come through the door The
laughter of my brothers so happily as
they chant
No fools,
they never come my way They never come by me
They
never come where I was brought up
I was brought up on the wilder side of town
No fool ever come my way