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)