Warren Harding

I’m leaving my home in Europe behind
Heading out for a new state of mind
New York town is calling to me Dollar an hour from the company
Warren Gameliel Harding
Alone in the White House, watching the sun
Come up on the morning of 1921
I just want someone to talk to, to talk to, to talk to
I’ve got no shoes upon my feet
I’ve been all day with nothing to eat
It sure gets hard down here in the street
But I know where I’m going to be Warren Gameliel Harding
Playing cards in a smoke filled room
Winning and losing, filling the time
I just want someone to talk to, to talk to, to talk to Don’t go down to the docks tonight
The cops are nosing around for the site
We moved the booze just before daylight
They won’t find it now, it’ll be alright
Warren Gameliel Harding
In Alaska, running out of days
Leaving the ladies, God moves in strange ways
I just want someone to talk to, to talk to, to talk to Don’t leave me here on such a lonely day
Don’t leave me here on such a lonely day