Lyrics:

2020
Shel Silverstein

Yeah, it sure it sweet to be a livin' legend
Mister, can you use an old folksinger?
Would your patrons like some old time soul?
Can you dig the 'Foggy Mountain Breakdown'?
I'm sorry, I don't play no rock 'n' roll

But I can make 'em cry with 'Molly Darling'
They'll sing along on 'Row Your Boat Ashore'
I'll play until the dawn, and when the crowd is gone
Mister, I'll be glad to sweep your floor

You should have been in New York back in '60
Hey, wasn't I a star there for awhile?
But New York messed up my head, and I got strung out on reds
And Bobby Dylan, he went and copped my style

But didn't we make 'em cry with 'Molly Darling'?
They sung along on 'Row Your Boat Ashore'
And the street life sure is fun when you're twenty-one
But, Mister, I ain't twenty-one no more

So, I take the love of girls who still remember
And I take the help from them that care to give
And I swap my songs for sandwiches and shelter
'Cause even livin' legends have to live

But I can still can make 'em cry with 'Molly Darling'
They'll sing along on 'Row Your Boat Ashore'

Michael, row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Michael, row the boat ashore, hallelujah
(Ya'll not singin' now)
Michael, row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Michael, row the boat ashore, hallelujah
(Everybody sing)
Michael, row the boat ashore, hallelujah

Michael, row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Michael, row the boat ashore, hallelujah

Michael, row the boat ashore, hallelujah...