Merle Haggard

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,
(CHORUS):
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 beleive
(INSTRUMENTAL)
Hey, the doors are always open
To any old weary traveller
And you'll find some great grub
Feedin' here below
Any old bridge can be a palace
Call it what you wan't to
It's a place to be when you got no place to go
(CHORUS)
Thanks for help on the lyrics to:
ah827@rgfn.epcc.Edu (Gene L. Graham)