Ballad in the dust Cornelis Vreeswijk

Oh citizen hear me sing as sitting in the dust
It's the wrong time for music but I feel like I must
I'm filled up with sadness, I'm in a dirty mood
Tomorrow it might be better but it never be good
Tomorrow it might be better but it never be good

If I call my sweet honey, she sure give me all the news
And we'll handle love business, hell it gives me the blues
I don't think I can make it, but maybe I should
After all, I might feel better though I never feel good
After all, I might feel better though I never feel good

So long pretty baby if I see you no more
I might drop you some letter from a far away shore
Don't you cry then, sweet baby, you were doing real fine
Though your coffee might have been bitter but your love was like wine
Your coffee might have been bitter but your love was like wine

Sometimes I get a headache or my stomach is ill
Man, I go to the doctor and he gives me a pill
But if radio-active ashes fall down from the sky
Boy, you'll never get any better, you'll be dead by and by
You'll never get any better, you'll be dead by and by

Lord, I don't understand, it is a sin and a shame
I don't know what keeps people fighting, I don't know who to blame
I'm just sittin' in the dust and I don't see the light
I don't think it'll be better, still maybe it might
I don't think it'll be better, still maybe it might