Listen everybody won’t you come and gather round
See this swaddled child in the lost and found.
Down on my luck but high upon my pride.
I’m so down baby won’t you take a ride.
I been up and down the country with a suitcase in my hand.
Through the fields and factories, but my baby doesn’t understand.
I’m down on my luck but high upon my pride.
I’m so down baby won’t you take a ride.
Take a ride, take a ride.
I’m so down, baby won’t you take a ride.
I seen the world a-crying, walking in double-time.
I hear the captain singing, he speaks in nursery rhyme.
He says, «Hand me down my walking cane, hand me down my slide.
Hand me down my old guitar and then we gonna take a ride.»
Take a ride, take a ride.
I’m so down, baby won’t you take a ride.
Take a ride, take a ride.
Come on down, baby won’t you take a ride.
I seen you walking down on the strand,
Hand-in-hand, hand-in-hand, walking with another man.
Down on my luck but high upon my pride.
I’m so down, baby won’t you take a ride.
Come on down, baby won’t you take a ride.
Come on down, baby won’t you take a ride.