to all the porches of this town
He's up before the daylight
to spread the warmth around
He glances at the headlines
before he wraps those pa pers tight
This is his time, it's the tail end of the night
that he keeps in perfect shape
And every spring he gives that thing
a fresh red coat of paint
His un cle Henry borrowed it
from the widow down the road
To help young Jimmy haul his heavy load
And he loves to read about
Ted Williams' latest home run
And he loves to deliver news
And he rides through the misty morning
He rides through the quiet streets of town
He rides and thinks about
He wants to be a newspaperman,
Susan Moore, the girl next door,
She knows how to make him smile,
She thinks he's kinda handsome,
She wonders what the headline might say
She springs to life and stumbles
to the window of her room
As he rides through the misty mornings,
he rides through the quiet streets of town,
he rides and dreams about his future plan
With a big desk, black phone
Reporters running here and there
The smell of newsprint in the air
And gigantic presses kicking out
All the latest news to read about
could shape a dreamer's life
that he always knew he would
It was 1963 and life was good
just how painful it would be
When the shots rang out to stop the world
Oh, running here and there
And the smell of newsprint in the air
Gigantic presses kicking out
All the latest news to read
Through the misty mornings
Oh, through the quiet streets of town