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Where The Blue Of The Night (Meets The Gold Of The Day)

de Loudon Wainwright III

Landlord said this morning to me
Give me your key, this flat ain't free
I can't get no rent out of you
Pack up your rags and skidoo

I said, wait until my bill comes home
He's my honey from the honeycomb
He'll have money 'cause he told me so this morning

Because it's moving day, moving day
Rip the carpet up off of the floor
Take your oil stove and out the door

It's moving day, pack your folding bed and get away
If you've spent every cent you can live out in a tent
Because it's moving day

Because it's moving day, moving day
Rip the carpet up off of the floor
Take your oil stove and out the door

It's moving day, pack your folding bed and get away
If you've spent every cent you can live out in a tent
Because it's moving day

Bill came in all covered with snow
I said hello, gimme some dough
Here's the landlord waitin' for rent
Bill says, i ain't got a cent

Here's two chickens i brought home for stew
Landlord, take them for the rent that's due
Landlord said, my chicken coop was robbed this morning

And so it's moving day, moving day
Rip the carpet up off of the floor
Take your oil stove and out the door

It's moving day, pack your folding bed and get away
If you've spent every cent you can live out in a tent
Because it's moving day

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