Postcards

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