Letra de Postcards

postcards for my father from pennsylvania station hey I'm in the big town it only took imagination things I haven't told you I bet you already know things you haven't told me yet I'd pay good money to know let's do some talkin' willie is a proud man willie is strong I'd like to say I know him well but he hardly talks at all let's do some talkin' the miles on your iron feet and your calloused hands evidence you work too hard and that you always have been waiting on the lottery I'm waiting on a song to rise up out of poverty well maybe we've been rich all along