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