Paroles de Salesman Saint

My father was a salesman My mother was a saint Working every God-given minute To make enough to pay the rent The war was nearly over The peace would soon begin Living on the edge of the city When the roads were going in They couldn't take any more (they couldn't take any more) But they had to (carry on) They couldn't take any more (they couldn't take any more) But they had to carry on (carry on) So they learned to carry on With laughter and a song To help them through the night They're going to make it through They're going to make it all right The only entertainment a piano and a radio Hot tea and cigarettes was enough to keep them on the go Another generation yearning to be free Learning how to keep it together and raise a family They couldn't take any more (they couldn't take any more) But they had to (carry on) They couldn't take any more (they couldn't take any more) But they had to carry on Carry on