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BALLAD OF ZERO AND THE TRAMP (John Anderson / Bernie Taupin) John Anderson - 1988 Well they used to call him Zero 'Cause he never made his mark And when he took up with a tramp like her All the people laughed And fate, it seemed to find them On a one-way losing streak Between the two they lived their lives Trapped on a dead end street Well a man gets tired of zero And a woman hates that scorn And if time would allow they'd make those fools Wish they were never born Oh, how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied Oh, and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet Well the bank job wasn't easy No, they'd left a couple dead And when the headlines hit the stands that day 'Twas Zero and the Tramp they said Now it looks like they've got a manhunt For a couple of crazy kids And they both got just what they want It was a price upon their heads The more they kept on running The more they fell in love 'Cause when you live your life outside the law You need that kind of trust Oh, how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied Oh, and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet (Instrumental Break) Sometimes the nights get colder And the dreams can chill your bones And it was on a night like this That they came too close to home They were caught up in the crossfire Of a swat team's finest hour And went down in a blaze of automatic fire Crying, "Hey, we've really made it now" Oh, how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied Oh, and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - November 2012)

    


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