This is Blow the House Down
(A one, two, a one, two, three)
This one goes to market
This one makes a meal at home
This one has closets
While the have-nots down the way have none
So I go to the mountains, I go to the river
I pilot machines
People have places
And the places have the people's dreams
Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down
Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down
Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down
Down and down, down and down, down and blow the house down
Blow the house down
Down and down, down and down, down and blow the house down
There's a song for the robbers
On the other side of windowpanes
A song for the cowboys
Held up in hundred mile an hour trains
And there's one for the lovers, and one for the sinners
That they sing in the pews
Short of distinctions
I'd say we've all grown tired of singing blues
Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down
Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down
Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down
Down and down, down and down, down and blow the house down
Blow the house down
Down and down, down and down, down and blow the house down
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down
Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down
Oh, oh...
Blow the house down
Down and down, down and down, down and blow the house down