Lyrics:
Un verano en Nueva York (un ratito na' má')
Ey, ey, ey, 4 de julio, 4th de July
Ando con mi primo, borracho, rulay
Los mío' en El Bronx saben la que hay
Con la nota en high por Washington Heights
Willie Colón, me dicen "el malo", ey
Porque pasan los año' y sigo dando palo'
Vendiendo disco' como cuadro' Frida Kahlo
El perico es blanco, sí, sí
El tusi rosita, eh, eh
No te confunda', no, no
Mejor evita, ey
Un shot de cañita en casa de Toñita
Y PR se siente cerquita
Sí, sí, sí
Tengo el campeonato, nadie me lo quita
(The best in the world)
(Number one, the best in the world ¿okey?
The love I feel for the gambling man
No human tongue can tell
No human tongue can tell
No human tongue can tell"
"Oh daughter, daughter
[Incomprehensible]
With a gambler go
With a gambler go
With a gambler go"
Well, I've gambled down in Washington
I gambled down in Spain
I'm going down to Georgia
To gamble my last game
To gamble my last game
Oh, to gamble my last game
I am a roving gambler
I've gambled down in town
Wherever I meet with a deck of cards
I lay my money down
I lay my money down
I lay my money down
I had not been in Washington
For many more weeks than three
When I fell in love with a pretty little girl
She fell in love with me
She fell in love with me
She fell in love with me
On the Seneca reservation there is much sadness now
Washington's treaty has been broken and there is no hope no how
Across the Allegheny River they're throwing up a dam
It will flood the Indian country a proud day for Uncle Sam
It has broke the ancient treaty with a politician's grin
It will drown the Indians graveyards corn planter can you swim
The earth is mother to the the Senecas they're trampling sacred ground
Change the mint green earth to black mud flats as honor hobbles down
As long as the moon shall rise...
A youth of fourteen got shot down there
The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town
The killing clowns, the blood money men
Are shooting those Washington bullets again
As every cell in Chile will tell
The cries of the tortured men
Remember Allende, and the days before,
Before the army came
Please remember Victor Jara,
In the Santiago Stadium,
Es verdad - those Washington Bullets again
And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961,
Havana fought the playboy in the Cuban sun,
For Castro is a color,
Is a redder than red,
Those Washington bullets want Castro dead
For Castro is the color...
...That will earn you a spray of lead
For the very first time ever,
When they had a revolution in Nicaragua,
There was no interference from America
Human rights in America
Well the people fought the leader,
And up he flew...
On Armistice Day
The Philharmonic will play
But the songs that we sing
Will be sad
Shufflin' brown tunes
Hanging around
No long drawn blown out excuses
Were made
When I needed a friend she was there
Just like an easy chair
Armistice Day
Armistice Day
That's all I really wanted to say
Oh I'm weary from waiting
In Washington D.C,
I'm coming to see my Congressman
But he's avoiding me
Weary from waiting down in Washington D.C.
In Washington, Washington
The wages of an unskilled working man never paid enough
From time to time a nickel on a race keeps him from giving up
A blue collared man in Seattle never lives on white collared street
But there was food on the table for my Washington woman and me
The work slowed down and the one day
The foreman laid me off
That night in a tavern down on my last dime
I met a girl from Arkensal
Her daddy was a banker in Little Rock
She had a mansion on white collared street
The next morning my Washington woman woke up without me
From city to city, and state to state, I get her in shame
My Washington woman had six months left
Before out child would bring her pain
That Arkensal woman hurt me
As we crossed the Arkensal line
But the arms of Seattle
Are the arms that kept huggin' mine
For year I have basked in expensive wines
Taste champagne every day
I gave up all the things I loved
For all these things I hate
I locked up all of her forgiveness, the day I set myself free
And the heart of my Washington woman stopped beating for me
My Washington woman sends me a letter every once in a while
Inside a folded wordless page is a picture of my child
All but words, the room grows cold with a feeling of jealousy
And there's a silence between
My Arkensal woman and me
The wages of an unskilled working man never paid enough
From time to time a nickel on a race keeps him from giving up
A blue collared man in Seattle never lives on white collared street
But there was food on the table for my Washington woman and me
The work slowed down and the one day
The foreman laid me off
That night in a tavern down on my last dime
I met a girl from Arkensal
Her daddy was a banker in Little Rock
She had a mansion on white collared street
The next morning my Washington woman woke up without me
From city to city, and state to state, I get her in shame
My Washington woman had six months left
Before out child would bring her pain
That Arkensal woman hurt me
As we crossed the Arkensal line
But the arms of Seattle
Are the arms that kept huggin' mine
For year I have basked in expensive wines
Taste champagne every day
I gave up all the things I loved
For all these things I hate
I locked up all of her forgiveness, the day I set myself free
And the heart of my Washington woman stopped beating for me
My Washington woman sends me a letter every once in a while
Inside a folded wordless page is a picture of my child
All but words, the room grows cold with a feeling of jealousy
And there's a silence between
My Arkensal woman and me
Eight years of peace and prosperity
Scandal in the White House
An election is what we need
From coast-to-coast to Washington
So America voted on a president
No one kept count
On how the election went
From Florida to Washington
Goddamn, said one side
And the other said the same
Both looked pretty guilty
But no one took the blame
From coast-to-coast to Washington
So a new man in the White House
With a familiar name
Said he had some fresh ideas
But it's worse now since he came
From Texas to Washington
And he wants to fight with many
And he says it's not for oil
He sent out the National Guard
To police the world
From Baghdad to Washington
What is the thought process
To take a humans life
What would be the reason
To think that this is right
From Heaven to Washington
From Jesus Christ to Washington
(All night)
She wants a young American
(Young American, young American, she wants the young American)
(All right)
Well she wants the young American
All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
"We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?"
I sold my piano
It couldn't come with me
I locked up my bedroom
And I walked out into the air
When nothing I needed
Is left there behind me
I walk out through the shadows
Of Washington Square
Now I wander the highway from Dublin to Berkeley
And I heard the songbirds of Ballyporeen
I love like a fountain
And it left me like nothing
Just the memories of walking through Washington Square
Now I live in the shadows
Where light is electric
And time is just a number
That rests on a wall
Nobody knows me
My friends and my family
Are as far from this city
As Washington Square
So cover this warm night
In a blanket of starlight
I will follow this freeway
Out into the air
In case you should wonder
And wanted to find me
I'm traveling homeward to Washington Square
In case you should wonder
I'm in Washington Square
Washington Square
Washington Square
- Oh my God, stand by
- No, I said the wrong word
- Baby, it don't even matter, ha ha eight-two
Oh, I mean, um, eight-five
Oh, eight-five oh-two-one, take four
- One, two, one, two, three, four
I'm Rose of Washington Square
A flower so fair
Should blossom where the sun shines
Rose, for nature didn't mean
That you should blush unseen
But be a queen in some fair garden
Rose, he'll never depart
But dwell in your heart your love to care
He'll bring the sunbeams from
The Heavens to you
And give you kisses that sparkle with dew
Rose of Washington Square
I've got those Broadway vampires
Last to the mast
I've got no future, but oh, what a past
Miss Rose of Washington Square
The nurses were found stabbed an strangled in their Chicago apartment.
In Washington the atmosphere was tense today as a special subcommittee of the
House Committee on Un-American activities continued its probe into anti-
Viet nam war protests.
The moment you came to town
My life sings all around
Twenty quarters to your name
Five George Washingtons
No one to blame
Oh, look, it's written in the sky above
Our destiny is to fall in love
Don't fight it 'cause it's stronger than us
Our destiny is to fall in love
I fell in love
I knew when I saw you walk
I had to talk to you
I didn't know what to say
I wanted your love anyways
Oh, look, it's written in the sky above
Our destiny is to fall in love
Don't fight it 'cause it's stronger than us
Our destiny is to fall in love
I fell in love
Look, I'm not sayin' let's get married or nothing
I'm not ready to settle down
And I don't wanna have your baby
But you gotta be the finest specimen I've ever seen
Our destiny is to fall in love
I fell in love
I fell in love
I fell in love
I'm smitten with that kiss that you steal
Babe, I would never treat you like this
I have passions, tingle
Let's find a room
Do you want me?
All aboard
All aboard
All aboard for night train
Miami, Florida
Atlanta, Georgia
Raleigh, North Carolina
Miami, Florida
Atlanta, Georgia
Raleigh, North Carolina
Washington D.C.
Oh, and Richmond, Virginia too
Baltimore, Maryland
Philadelphia
New York City
Take it home
And don't forget New Orleans
The home of the blues
Oh, yeah, night train
All aboard to New York City
Are you ready for the night train
Are you ready for the night train
I believe in something I did not know, I'm coming home now
Atlanta, Georgia
Raleigh, North Carolina
Washington D.C.
And when we reach that White Oak mountain,
"Watch Ol'97 roll."
And then a telegran come from Washington station,
This is what it read,
"Oh that brave engineer that run '97,
"Is lyin' in Danville dead."
(All night)
She wants a young American
(Young American, young American, she wants the young American)
(All right)
Well she wants the young American
All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
"We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?"
It must be nice, it must be nice
To have Washington on your side
It must be nice, it must be nice
To have Washington on your side
Ev'ry action has its equal, opposite reactions
Thanks to Hamilton, our cab'net's fractured into factions
Try not to crack under the stress, we're breaking down like fractions
We smack each other in the press, and we don't print retractions
I get no satisfaction witnessing his fits of passion
The way he primps and preens and dresses like the pits of fashion
Our poorest citizens, our farmers, live ration to ration
As Wall Street robs 'em blind in search of chips to cash in
This prick is askin' for someone to bring him to task
Somebody gimme some dirt on this vacuous mass so we can at last unmask him
I'll pull the trigger on him, someone load the gun and cock it
While we were all watching, he got Washington in his pocket
It must be nice, it must be nice
To have Washington on your side
It must be nice, it must be nice
To have Washington on your side
Look back at the Bill of Rights
Which I wrote
The ink hasn't dried
It must be nice, it must be nice
To have Washington on your side
So he's doubled the size of the government
Wasn't the trouble with much of our previous government size
Look in his eyes
See how he lies
Follow the scent of his enterprise
Centralizing national credit
And making American credit competitive
If we don't stop it we aid and abet it
I have to resign
Somebody has to stand up for the South
Somebody has to stand up to his mouth
If there's a fire you're trying to douse
You can't put it out from inside the house
I'm in the cabinet, I am complicit in
Watching him grabbin' at power and kissin' it
If Washington isn't gon' listen
To disciplined dissidents, this is the difference
This kid is out
Oh
This immigrant isn't somebody we chose
Oh
This immigrant's keeping us all on our toes
Oh
Let's show these Federalists who they're up against
Oh
Southern motherfuckin'
Democratic Republicans
Oh
Now follow the money and see where it goes
Oh
Because every second the Treasury grows
Oh
If we follow the money and see where it leads
Get in the weeds, look for the seeds of
Hamilton's misdeeds
It must be nice, it must be nice
Follow the money and see where it goes
It must be nice, it must be nice
The emperor has no clothes
We won't be invisible, we won't be denied
Still
It must be nice, it must be nice
To have Washington on your side
I've gambled down in the town of Newport News
The more I gamble, boys, the more I lose
Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington
I guess they got troubles too
Well the hobos know me up and down the line
They don't know the trouble on my mind
I guess they got troubles too
I guess they got troubles too, boys
I guess they got troubles too
I guess they got troubles too, boys
From Baltimore to Washington
And the police know me up and down the line
They don't know the trouble on my hands
I guess they got troubles too
I guess they got trouble too, boy
I guess they got troubles too
I guess the police they got their troubles too
From Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington
I guess they've got troubles too
Going up north and goin north this fall
If my luck don't change I won't be back at all
From Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington, boys
Baltimore to Washington
Baltimore to Washington
I guess they got troubles too
There's misery in the land
Ooh, people marching on Washington
Wanna hear what they have to say
Because the tables might just turn against you, brother
Said, around election day
Politics and hypocrites
Is turning us all into lunatics
Can you take the guns from our sons?
Well they gave him his orders at Monroe Virginia sayin' Steve you're way behind time
This is not 38 this is old 97 you must put her into Spencer on time
Then he turned around and said to his black greasy fireman shovel on a little more coal
And when we cross that White Oak Mountain watch old 97 roll
But it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville
With a line on a three mile grade
It was on that grade that he lost his air brakes see what a jump he made
He was goin' down the grade makin' 90 miles an hour his whistle broke into a scream
He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle
A scalded to death by the steam
Then the telegram come to Washington station and this is how it read
Oh that brave engineer that run old 97 he's a layin' in old Danville dead
So now all you ladies you better take a warnin' from this time on and learn
Never speak harsh words to your true lovin' husband
He may leave you and never return
Well, they gave him his orders in Monroe, Virginan
Said:"Steve, you're way behind time
"This is not 38, this is Ol'97
"Put her into Spencer on time"
Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman
"Shovel on a little more coal
And when we reach that White Oak mountain
"Watch Ol'97 roll"
And then a telegram come from Washington station
This is what it read:
"Oh that brave engineer that run '97
"Is lyin' in Danville dead"
"'Cause he was going down a grade making 90 miles an hour
The whistle broke into a scream
He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle
One more time!
Herman's church and I've said my religious vows
I've sucked the milk out of a thousand cows
I got the pork chops, she got the pie
She ain't no angel and neither am I
Shame on your greed, shame on your wicked schemes
I'll say this, I don't give a damn about your dreams
Thunder on the mountain heavy as can be
Mean old twister bearing down on me
All the ladies of Washington scrambling to get out of town
Looks like something bad gonna happen, better roll your airplane down
Everybody's going and I want to go too
Don't wanna take a chance with somebody new
I did all I could and I did it right there and then
I've already confessed, no need to confess again
Gonna make a lot of money, gonna go up north
I'll plant and I'll harvest what the earth brings forth
The hammer's on the table, the pitchfork's on the shelf
For the love of God, you ought to take pity on yourself
em to Atlanta and to Galveston Bay
But they ran us back to Washington and Philadelphia
And Philadelphia
