Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Robert Hunter
Mighta been a rich man's son
If my father was not poor
Been living in the low coun-try
But I don't live there no more
Chorus
Ee-bo-ay ...
Yo mana mana
Some day soon
You will be cryin
Come to me
shim shim chamois
Lay away
You may be cryin
wo/oah - for
A long lost lover
Ay/Ay - or
A brand new rider
Eboay
Love is your master
Either way
Yo mana mana
Eboay
Yo mana mana
Eboay ...
You work half your life to find
Some way to get inside
Wonder why you tell the truth
When it serves as well to lie
[chorus]
You might be a hell of a lover
We could all take a lesson from you
You could tell us how the stars all shine
And why the sky is blue
[chorus]
You work half your life to find
Some way to get back out
Others may say you've lost your mind
But you know what that's all about
[chorus]