Lyrics:

Al he sells records down on old St. Charley's St. He's cleaning up Fat Tuesday's mess he keeps his sidewalk neat And he just lost his father and he just lost his wife And if it wasn't for the music he couldn't get on with his life CHORUS: And he knows what I know It's not all that hard to survive You take the good and the bad and the time in between It lets us know we're alive Well now Be Be's singing gospel and down on Bourbon she sings the Blues She plays on all my heart strings curls my toes up in my shoes And she knows waht I'm after chase my dreams with all my might She says you shouldn't be so anxious and deep down I knwo she's right REPEAT CHORUS Well get on board the rocket step right into the front car You know life's a roller coaster, it ain't got no safetly bar Raise your voices up with laughter bring it in with one big sigh Consecrated in the wonder; We're alilve Norman he plays music but only in my dreams Shows me all the beauty that soulful music brings But sometimes he's a spectre and I wake up clenched with a fear But lesson good or bad he always keeps me clear REPEAT CHORUS