Postcards Lyrics

postcards for my father
from pennsylvania station
hey I'm in the big town
it only took imagination
things I haven't told you
I bet you already know
things you haven't told me yet
I'd pay good money to know
let's do some talkin'
willie is a proud man
willie is strong
I'd like to say I know him well
but he hardly talks at all
let's do some talkin'
the miles on your iron feet
and your calloused hands
evidence you work too hard
and that you always have
been waiting on the lottery
I'm waiting on a song
to rise up out of poverty
well maybe we've been rich
all along