D.W. Washburn
I heard a sweet voice say
D.W. Washburn
This is your lucky day

A hot bowl of soup is waiting
A hot bowl of soup and a shave
D.W. Washburn
We picked you to save

Can’t you hear the bugle call?
Can’t you hear the bells?
Even you can be reborn
You naughty ne’er-do-well

If you don’t get out of that gutter
Before the next big rain
D.W. Wahsburn
You’re gonna wash right down the drain

Up, up, come on get up
Get up off your street
If you can only make it from your hands to your knees
I know you can make it to your feet, whoa

D.W. Washburn
I said to myself
D.W. Washburn
Why don’t you go save somebody else?

Well, I got no job to go to
I don’t work and I don’t get paid
I got a bottle of wine, I’m feelin' fine
And I believe I got it made

I’d like to thank all you good people
For comin' to my aid
But I’m D.W. Washburn
I do believe I got it made

I do believe I got it made
Don’t need nobody.
I do believe I got it made
I do believe I got it made, on more time

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