^A Well, thank you for the drink my friend, ^D that’s al^Eright with ^A me Let’s ^E drink to the ^A workingman, wherever he might ^E be Remember what he ^A stood up for and the ^E struggles he went through Then, ^A let’s take a ^D little stroll down ^E Cardboard Ave^Anue Down on the street where I live, when evening comes around No TV or radio, never hear a lonesome sound Except some poor Joe crying, Lord, can I make it up to you? But he never gets an answer down on Cardboard Avenue Here’s my little Heartbreak Hotel, now don’t you be let down When the ghost of Hobo Bill comes a-shuffling round He might pause by your side, saying, Buddy can you spare a dime or two? Then he’ll just drift off into the night on Cardboard Avenue I hear the whistle blowing now, must be the Red Ball train We’ll see you in the North Country, when the springtime comes again Just ask the workingman, wherever you might be The whereabouts of Reverend Tom, Lefty Mouse and Buddy And if he asks you, were you in the fight, did you join the strike of 1932? Just tell him that you knew us down on Cardboard Avenue