Under The Bridge

I lost my job in Saginaw working on the railroad
 After twenty years they just put me on the side
 Now I'm hungry in the street with no place to hang my hat
 And nothin' but an empty dream to ride
 But under the bridge, I can make believe I'm living in a castle
 Under the bridge, my baby and me
 And I can pretend that I'm a king and this is my kingdom
 Under the bridge making believe
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 Hey, the doors are always open to any old weary traveler
 And you'll find some great grub feedin' here below
 Any old bridge can be a palace, call it what you want to
 It's a place to be when you got no place to go
 Under the bridge, I can make believe I'm living in a castle
 Under the bridge, my baby and me
 And I can pretend I'm a king, this is my kingdom
 Under the bridge making believe
 Hey, under the bridge making believe