Paul Metsers 1983
From the singing of Hank Chapin
Every time I call you on the phone And I run out of money I wish I was a rich man
Then, when I get you home alone And you say I’m your honey I’m glad I’m who I am
Chorus:
Give me the simple life It’s not much to ask From the working day
Under the blade of the knife We bend to the task And we labour away
Over on the other side Through the fancy gate The grass is greener
But we lost the ones that tried They rue their fate And they drown their dreams
Up in the big blue sky There’s a mountain to climb Honey, won’t you let me?
I just want to give it a try It doesn’t matter what I find It’ll keep me free
Lightning never strikes twice Unless you’re unlucky Then, of course, you die
And the miner’s work ain’t nice And his boots are mucky But he looks you in the eye