D. W. Washburn

Lyrics

"D.W. Washburn", I heard a sweet voice say "D.W. Washburn, this is your lucky day A hot bowl of soup is waiting A hot bowl of soup and a shave, whoa whoa whoa D.W. Washburn, we've picked you to save" Can't you hear the flugelhorn? Can't you hear the bell? Even you can be reborn, you naughty ne'er-do-well If you don't get out of that gutter before the next big rain D.W. Washburn, you're gonna wash right down the drain Up, up, come on get up Get up off the street If you can only make it to your hands and knees I know you can make it to your feet, oh baby "D.W. Washburn", I said to myself "D.W. Washburn, why don't they go save somebody else?" I got no job to go to I don't work and I don't get paid I got a bottle of wine, I'm feelin' finе And I believe I got it madе I'd like to thank all you good people for comin' to my aid But I'm D.W. Washburn and I believe I got it made (D.W. Washburn) I do believe I got it made (D.W. Washburn) Made (D.W. Washburn) I do believe I got it made