Night watchman

I live down by the old canal
My uniform hangs on the clothes line
Its all worn out cos it's my only one
But me I don't care at all

These wheels are mine and all paid for
That's how I travel back and forth
Comes the dawn and my shift is done
I get some sleep on the back seat

Late at night on the radio
They'll play a song that I used to know
I let my eyes slip from the screen
And I sink into an old dream

If them hippies come back to loot
I'll lie down on the roof and shoot
It'll be my last showdown
This ain't a job for an old man

The boss says you're getting on a bit
For every man there comes a time to call it quits
I stand up, knock over the chair
Walk out and breath in the morning air

Late last night on the radio
They played a song that I used to know
Were these voices calling my name
Or just the rain beating on the windowpane

I live down by the old canal
My uniform hangs on the clothes line
My old guitar has worn out strings
When my time comes just throw away my things