EASY TO GO ALONG
I roam the jungle though I'm really
seeking an oasis. That's all mixed up.
Cabana club people like their drinks
in the shade. They sit and stare out at
big buildings, thinking 'If I lived here,
I'd have it made.' Wrong, Tycho Brahe,
you'd still be the same.
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1701 West 24th street. We hid a guy there
once. It was 1968 and he was in trouble
deep. The January cold was a shivering
heap, and dead men can tell no tales.
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Underneath old Morton Street, down in
the dear, old Village, there's a subway entry
little known, where workman and dollies do
their prattle. I met a guy there, once, named
Jim, and he gave me a hundred dollars. That
was probably the most money I've ever seen.
After that, it was easy to go along.
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