Under The Bridge

I lost my job in Saginaw working on the railroad



After twenty years they just put me on the side



Now I'm hungry in the street with no place to hang my hat



And nothin' but an empty dream to ride



But under the bridge, I can make believe I'm living in a castle



Under the bridge, my baby and me



And I can pretend that I'm a king and this is my kingdom



Under the bridge making believe



Hey, the doors are always open to any old weary traveler



And you'll find some great grub feedin' here below



Any old bridge can be a palace, call it what you want to



It's a place to be when you got no place to go



Under the bridge, I can make believe I'm living in a castle



Under the bridge, my baby and me



And I can pretend I'm a king, this is my kingdom



Under the bridge making believe



Hey, under the bridge making believe