Pocketknife
When the coast is goin' under
No, it won't take long; I will find you now.
And when the world is maybe over,
When it's time to fight, I will hold you tight.
So tie a ribbon to the shoulder of an oak
And wait a while.
You got a pocketknife,
I got a lovely wife.
It'll be easy now, it'll be
You made a bearskin bed,
I keep our bellies fed.
Times'll be easy now, it'll be.
So what used to be Chicago,
It's all over now, there's no one around.
And if we don't have a tomorrow,
I won't cause a fuss, if you don't make me now.
We can find our friends again now
If you walk to the sun.
You got a pocketknife,
I got a lovely wife.
It'll be easy now, it'll be...
You made a bearskin bed,
I keep our bellies fed.
Times'll be easy now, it'll be...
There's nothing stirrin' in the night;
There's no one here but you and I.
What will we do with all our time?
I think we made it to the end of the world,
End of the world.
You got a pocketknife,
I got a lovely wife.
It'll be easy now, it'll be...
You made a bearskin bed;
I keep our bellies fed.
Times'll be easy now.
No, it won't take long; I will find you now.
And when the world is maybe over,
When it's time to fight, I will hold you tight.
So tie a ribbon to the shoulder of an oak
And wait a while.
You got a pocketknife,
I got a lovely wife.
It'll be easy now, it'll be
You made a bearskin bed,
I keep our bellies fed.
Times'll be easy now, it'll be.
So what used to be Chicago,
It's all over now, there's no one around.
And if we don't have a tomorrow,
I won't cause a fuss, if you don't make me now.
We can find our friends again now
If you walk to the sun.
You got a pocketknife,
I got a lovely wife.
It'll be easy now, it'll be...
You made a bearskin bed,
I keep our bellies fed.
Times'll be easy now, it'll be...
There's nothing stirrin' in the night;
There's no one here but you and I.
What will we do with all our time?
I think we made it to the end of the world,
End of the world.
You got a pocketknife,
I got a lovely wife.
It'll be easy now, it'll be...
You made a bearskin bed;
I keep our bellies fed.
Times'll be easy now.
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Writer(s): Ferraby Lizarraga
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