The Living Legend
Ain't it great to be a living legend!
Hey, mister, can you use an old folksinger?
Would your patrons like some old time soul?
Can they dig the Foggy Mountain Breakdown?
Sorry, I don't play no rock 'n' roll.
Ah, but I can make 'em cry to Molly Darlin'
And sing along to Row Your Boat Ashore.
I'll play until the dawn, and when the crowd is gone,
Mister, I'll be glad to sweep your floor.
You should've been in New York back in '60!
Hey, wasn't I a star there for a while?
But New York messed up my head and I got strung out on reds.
Bobby Dylan went and copped my style.
Ah, but I can make 'em cry to Molly Darlin'
And sing along to Row Your Boat Ashore.
The street life sure is fun when you're 21,
But, mister, I ain't 21 no more.
So, I take the love of them who still remember.
I take the help of them who care to give.
I swap my songs for sandwiches and shelter -
Even living legends gotta live!
Ah, but I can make 'em cry to Molly Darlin'
And sing along to Row Your Boat Ashore:
Michael row your boat ashore, Hallelujah.
Michael row your boat ashore, Hallelujah.
Michael row your boat ashore, Hallelujah.
Michael row your boat ashore, Hallelujah.
Hey, mister, can you use an old folksinger?
Would your patrons like some old time soul?
Can they dig the Foggy Mountain Breakdown?
Sorry, I don't play no rock 'n' roll.
Ah, but I can make 'em cry to Molly Darlin'
And sing along to Row Your Boat Ashore.
I'll play until the dawn, and when the crowd is gone,
Mister, I'll be glad to sweep your floor.
You should've been in New York back in '60!
Hey, wasn't I a star there for a while?
But New York messed up my head and I got strung out on reds.
Bobby Dylan went and copped my style.
Ah, but I can make 'em cry to Molly Darlin'
And sing along to Row Your Boat Ashore.
The street life sure is fun when you're 21,
But, mister, I ain't 21 no more.
So, I take the love of them who still remember.
I take the help of them who care to give.
I swap my songs for sandwiches and shelter -
Even living legends gotta live!
Ah, but I can make 'em cry to Molly Darlin'
And sing along to Row Your Boat Ashore:
Michael row your boat ashore, Hallelujah.
Michael row your boat ashore, Hallelujah.
Michael row your boat ashore, Hallelujah.
Michael row your boat ashore, Hallelujah.
Credits
Writer(s): Shel Silverstein
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