Same Old Man

It's the same old lady, putting out the wash

Standing in the rain, in her mackintosh

Same old lady standing in the rain

The thought of New York was going insaneHey little leaf, lying on the ground

Now you're turning slightly brown

Why don't you get up on the tree

Turn the color green the way you ought to beMy mind is failing and my body grows weak

My lips won't form the words I speak

I'm floating away on a barrel of pain

New York City won't see me againIt's the same old man, sitting by the mill

Mill-wheel turning of its own free will

I'm certainly glad to be home

New York City continues on alone

Songwriters

Newsom, JoannaPublished by

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