Does she know I still care?
Seen the arrow on the doorpost;
Saying, "This land is condemned;
All the way from New Orleans;
To Jerusalem."
I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,;
See like me or be like me.
I can't help it if I'm lucky.
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
the cops don't need you;
and man they expect the same
Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun;
Would treat a father so,;
To wait upon him hand and foot;
And always tell him, "No"?
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
I still can remember the way that you smiled
If your mem'ry serves you well,;
You'll remember you're the one;
That called on me to call on them;
To get you your favors done.
