On a Monday morning
From a stupor, I did sprout
Raving in an ale house
′Til my money all ran out
I did not need direction
It was my conscience called me out
Where chats are cheap and talk is often free
When I’m in a mirror
My appearance is not so odd
I change clothes
More than a grave-digger turns the sod
A devil in the darkness
I′m a different man before God
And when the Devil is listening
The wind tonight is howling up the alleys
The moon is like the barrel of a gun
And the give and gеt
Hasn’t changed me yet
I will keep you always in my mind
I can see my funеral
And there’s no one in the church
From the pulpit
All across the seats
Through the mountains
Over fields
And back to this alley
Eighty-odd years of living to be free
The wind tonight is howling up the alleys
The moon is like the barrel of a gun
And the give and get, hasn′t changed me yet
I will keep you always in my mind
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