No fame All there is, all there was On the second lady Can’t take a cent Take a cut Of that kind of rent I’ll stand kind of pushed Kind of bent, on this heavy land I’ll stand for the sake Of my friend, I will see him there
Down Down Count me down Down Down boy, down Count me down Down boy Down boy Down boy Down
The same Not begin Not give up In a better way Again, wash the stains Off his bed Not to split ’em up I’ll stand For the sake Of my friend I will see him there Well, I will see him there
Down Down Count me down Down Down boy Down Count me down Down boy Down boy Down boy Down