A Painter Passing Through

Four months ago in april on a daycoach she came down
And the dust autumn winds begin to blow
Shoulda known i couldn't hold livin' out so far from town
And the nights to come are long are slow to go
Well now she's up and left me and when walkin' down the line
And the dusty autumn wind begins to blow
All dressed up in red velvet and he high heeled shoes so fine
And the nights to come are long and slow to go

Well if i had only know before we kissed
You can't keep red velvet on a poor dirt farm like this

Oh now she's gone and left me and went walkin' down the line
And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow

Well i'll sit and count the evening stars as they walk around
When the dusty autumn winds begin to blow
Then i'll call my dog and i'll take the truck and i'll drive on into town
Cause the nights to come are long and slow to go

Well i'll sit and count the evening stars as they walk around
When the dusty autumn winds begin to blow
Then i'll call my dog and i'll take the truck and i'll drive on into town
Cause the nights to come are long and slow to go
And those dusty autumn winds begin to blow

I would rather be at the boathouse, out of the daily grind
I'd sooner be down at the boathouse, what a way to unwind
Now i don't wanna know how it feels to be set back
So i'm leavin' here on a one-way track
I'd rather be in mosquito alley, out of my right hand lane
You should see my mosquiot tally, all that moves is fair game
Now i don't wanna know how it feels not to be loose
So i'm leavin' here on the first caboose
So i'm leavin' here on the first caboose

I can't sleep by a gentle ocean, i can't sleep my a water fall
I can't sleep by a lovely river. i can't sleep. i can't sleep

Dee dee dee, dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

I would rather sleep at the boathouse, what more can i say
I'd soon eat down at the boathouse, let it carry me away
Now i don't wanna know how it feels to step aside
So i'm leavin' here on a wicked ride

Or i could be back at the alehouse, with a flagon or two
A few blocks south of the jailhouse, with a hole in my shoe
Now i don't wanna know how it feels to stop a truck
So i'm leavin' here and wishin' you good luck
I'm leavin' here and wishin' you good luck

I can't sleep by a gentle ocean, i can't sleep my a water fall
I can't sleep by a lovely river. i can't sleep. i can't sleep

Dee dee dee, dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

I'd rather be in mosquito alley, keepin' spiders in line
I'd sooner be down at the boathouse, what a way to unwind
Now i don't wanna know how it feels not to be loose
So i'm leavin' here on the first caboose
I'm leavin' here on the first caboose

Dee dee dee, dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

I've got a song that it is my mind, my little love who is never unkind
I'm a poet and i'm better off dead. these are the words she said
Down by the breadline pickin' up dough, hand me the guitar, there i'll go
I would rather make a living instead, instead of bein' in the red

My little love from the world outside, helpin' me keep, turnin' the tide
Come and meet me by the neon light. and i'm hopin' you'll make it alright

I'll do anything you see fit, my little love

My little love movin' in my soul, my little love who will never turn cold
It doesn't matter if i ain't shaved, it doesn't matter if i ain't behaved

My little love you been on my side, helpin' me keep turnin' the tide
Havin' a hard time livin' right now, havin' a hard time showin' ya how

My little love from the world out there, helpin' me keep a-doin' my share
Come and meet me by the neon light, and i'm hopin' you'll make it alright

I'll do anything you see fit, my little love

Down by the breadline pickin' up dough, hand me the guitar, there i'll go
It doesn't matter if i ain't shaved, it doesn't matter if i ain't behaved

I got a light that is in my soul, i got a love that'll never turn cold
Come and meet me by the neon light. and i'm hopin' you'll make it alright

I'll do anything you see fit, my little love
I'll do anything you see fit, my little love

See the people walkin' up and down
See the people movin' all around
On the streets of my hometown on yonge street
Longest street in the world they say
Summertime soon slips away
I hope i'll see you one fine day on yonge street
Everywhere you go in a city by the lake
Back there in the flow you may give a hand a shake
Everyone you pass seems to wanna say hello
Even late at night on the freshly fallen snow

See the children jumpin' all around
See the parents looking up and down
Upon the streets of my hometown on yonge street
It's a mean street if you choose
It's a lean street when you lose
An in-between street when you cruise on yonge street

Everywhere you go in a city by the lake
You'll be sure and find it's a case of give and take
Everyone you pass seems to want to say hello
Even late at night when the streets are all aglow

It's the longest street in the world
With the most feet in the world
Another street where boy meets girl on yonge street
See the people walkin' up and down
See the people movin' all around
Those are the streets of my hometown on yonge street

Everywhere you walk people almost say hello
Even late at night when the streets are all aglow

On yonge street
On yonge street

I was sittin' in my hotel room, strummin' my old guitar
Not much to do when you're far away, playin' some smokey bar
I was feelin' a little empty and feelin' a little blue
When the maid came in and asked me if she could do my room
I put down my old guitar and she gave me a smile
She had a crusty voice and a drinker's look, but she had a friendly style
She dusted my room and made my bed and she talked of days gone by
She spoke of when she wooed the men; a tear came to her eye

And she said
I used to be a country singer
I could sing a mean patsy cline
My husband he could yodel like wilf carter
Kitty wells was a real good friend of mine

She told me that her husband died and her son was overseas
I could tell by her eyes and her broken smile she was lonely just like me
She asked me if i'd listen to a tape of when she was young
She said i can't sing now i forgot the words and my voice is almost gone

And she said
I used to be a country singer
I could sing a mean patsy cline
My husband he could yodel like wilf carter
Kitty wells was a real good friend of mine

Oh i cried inside but i couldn't tell if it was for her or for me
So i grabbed my axe and we sang a song in two part harmony
Ever since that day when i'm feelin' down and i can't find a happy tune
I just think if that maid and the feeling she gave, when she came to clean my room

And she said
I used to be a country singer
I could sing a mean patsy cline
My husband he could yodel like wilf carter
Kitty wells was a real good friend of mine

And she said
I used to be a country singer
I could sing a mean patsy cline
My husband he could yodel like wilf carter
Kitty wells was a real good friend of mine
Kitty wells was a real good friend of mine