"On My Way" lyrics
"On My Way"
A song called "On My Way."
Well, sometimes I am happy, sometimes sad
Thinkin' of the good times I have had
Thinkin' of the places I have been
Sometimes down, sometimes up, sometimes in
On my way to another workin' day
On my way and I wish that I could stay
On my way but I have no time to play
And I hope that I will see you on my way
And I got me a job in Buffalo
And it's cold when those chilly lake winds blow
And it's hot when the steel furnace glows
It was dirty when the steel smoke rose
On my way - and so forth
Well then California called me for a while
And the sun was shinin' every single mile
It was gettin' so darned crowded I could cry
Crossin' land and sea and fallin' from the sky
And I've been all along the Southern shore
And the people there were lookin' mighty poor
They was waitin' for the factories to arrive
And some of them were fightin' to survive
Yes, I've been all up and down the line
But somehow my money stayed behind
A good payin' job is hard to find
And the graveyard's lookin' for another sign
On my way to another workin' day
On my way and I wish that I could stay
On my way but I have no time to play
And I hope that I will see you on my way
Writer(s): Phil Ochs
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- Phil Ochs Lyrics
compilation:
"The Broadside Tapes 1" (1989)
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