talking to myself and my sleeping bride
And I'm looking at my life
Cause I'm just a kid in a man's shoes
Well, everybody says that
And I ride down the avenue
Yesterday was Christmas Day
at my sister -in -law's place
Thinking through a hard year
and the people still here
Now I work the bump that I do
But I'm wearing out my last
So now I'm ridin' down the avenue
See the little boys with little
And cowboy hats and Cuban boots
Their mother's father's sailor suits
And I swear I've never changed
Except now I drive in the right lane
The girls in the back carry my name
Two blue eyed girls with my
And I'm scared, but I'm not scared
I'm no singer, that much I know
Cause I heard the police sound
And I heard the marchers drum
And now I know this thing's just begun
And I know I'm old, it's true
Cause I ride down the avenue
Right, right, now we got it