The Usual Business

About the time a sailor's heart is turning to the shore A cross-examined lovers eyes are falling to the floor About the time a prisoner drifts on a dream beyond the gate An officer is speeding to some scene a little late Just the usual business and I'm headed into town To sing for my cigarettes with a painted frown Hey Mister High Roller Can you spare a dollar for a fellow man About the time a sailor's bride is turning to the sea Her little girl is dressing for to get into the show for free The sun is fading out, the neon lights are flickering in A preacher's premonitions are being drowned out by the din Just the usual business and I'm headed into town To sing for my cigarettes with a painted over frown Hey Mister High Roller Can you spare a dollar for a fellow man If you please You seem in a hell of a rush No need for pleasantries And it's a compliment when I say I can tell by your type of tie That you make good money Just the usual business and I'm headed into town To sing for my cigarettes with a painted frown