Darlingside
Blow the House Down
This one goes to marketThis one makes a meal at homeThis one has closetsWhile the have-nots down the way have noneSo I go to the mountains, I go to the riverI pilot machinesPeople have placesAnd the places have the people's dreamsOh! Puff, puff, and blow the house downThere's a song for the robbersOn the other side of windowpanesA song for the cowboysHeld up in hundred-mile-an-hour trainsAnd there's one for the lovers, and one for the sinnersThat they sing in the pewsShort of distinctionsI'd say we've all grown tired of singing the bluesOh! Puff, puff, and blow the house down
From Letras Mania