Sometimes, sometimes Good luck comes in threes Sometimes, sometimes You see the sun through the trees Old times in your mind Turn up the spirit wheel Ninety-nine lonely miles 'Til you can strike your deal Money dreams, money dreams Won't let your body sleep Sunny schemes and darling That California beach Tell me why, tell me why All motorcycle cops wanna die Looking good, looking fine The sun is high in the sky Well, it's a long way back to your laundromat Got no protection from the city block code When your law and order north of the border Motor gypsies keep on runnin' down the road Hit and run, hit and run Got speeding tickets to the sun You need a gun from where I come [?] city on the run City rights, city rights No more queuing up my code Baseball bats and silk hats Manhattan overload Well, it's a long way back to your laundromat And your [?] out by the tracks When your law and order north of the border The wise guys keep on runnin' down the facts In my time, in my time I drank a lake of hobo wine Now that I'm in my prime And jukeboxes don't run on dimes How far I roam, how far I roam I never get no nearer home Now say to me, say to me "The road ain't what it used to be" And it's a long way back to your laundromat And your [?] out by the track When your law and order north of the border The wise guys keep on runnin', that's a fact Well, it's a long way back to your laundromat Got no protection from the city block code When your law and order north of the border Motor gypsies keep on runnin' way down the road Hats of silk, hats of silk Charlie Parker drinks whiskey and milk All the time, rain or shine Some old dude is losing his mind Fifty grand, fifty grand That's fifty grand laying in your hand Ain't no man in the land Gets up and walks from fifty grand It's further out, it's further out He ain't exactly Elmore's pal He said to me, he said to me "This road ain't what it used to be" Stop for gas, stop for gas Hit up the [?] pass Don't mind, don't mind Cadillacs are rolling off the line Elmore, Elmore Tell me what you're running for What the hell, Elmore Don't you have a handle to your door? It's time, it's time Elmore had a lick of hobo wine Way to go, way to go But where I'm going, I don't know Crazy dude, crazy dude Got up and walked out on his group The way to be misunderstood I'm Frankenstein, he ain't no good In my time, in my time I had a lick of hobo wine Take it from me, take it from me The road ain't what it used to be I've been there, I've been there Standing at the top of the stair When you're high, better say bye bye The stars are always falling from the sky Ten thousand miles, ten thousand miles I need to retread all my tires Restraint for a while 'Til she gave me a place to hide He's a fool, he's a fool He'll teach you nothing at his school Something bugging, crazy cousin Why can't the man be cool? The way it is with this guy Never seen him love or heard him cry Who is he? Don't ask me I'm the guy who makes deliveries He can't dance, he can't sing Won't get a girl a diamond ring He ain't folks where he smokes And he ain't going where he thinks Sometimes, sometimes Good luck comes in threes Sometime, sometime You see the sun through the trees No time in your mind Turn like a steering wheel Ninety nine lonely miles 'Til you can strike a deal Sometime, sometime