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Paul Simon
Paul Simon


Background information
Birth name Paul Frederic Simon
Born October 13, 1941
Origin Newark, New Jersey, United States
Genre(s) Rock
World music
Years active 1957—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
Associated acts Simon & Garfunkel
Website Website



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Paul Simon Album


Paul Simon (1972)
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Hobo's Blues
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Words & music by Paul Simon

No I would not give you false hope
On this strange and mournful day
But the mother and child reunion
Is only a motion away, oh, little darling of mine.
I can't for the life of me
Remember a sadder day
I know they say let it be
But it just don't work out that way
And the course of a lifetime runs
Over and over again

No I would not give you false hope
On this strange and mournful day
But the mother and child reunion
Is only a motion away, oh, little darling of mine.

I just can't believe it's so,
and though it seems strange to say
I never been laid so low
In such a mysterious way
And the course of a lifetime runs
Over and over again

But I would not give you false hope
On this strange and mournful day
When the mother and child reunion
Is only a motion away,
Oh, oh the mother and child reunion
Is only a motion away
Oh the mother and child reunion
Is only a moment away

. . .


Words & music by Paul Simon

Couple in the next room
Bound to win a prize
They've been goin' at it all night long
Well I'm tryin' to get some sleep
but these motel walls are cheap
Lincoln Duncan is my name
and here's my song, here's my song

My father was a fisherman
my mama was a fisherman's friend
and I was born in the boredom and the chowder
So when I reached my prime
I left my home in the maritimes
headed down the turnpike for New England, sweet New England

Holes in my confidence
holes in the knees of my jeans
It's left without a penny in my pocket
Oo-o wee I's about as
destituted as a kid could be
And I wish I wore a ring
so I could hock it I'd like to hock it

A young girl in a parking lot
was preaching to a crowd
singin sacred songs and
reading from the bible
Well I told her I was lost
and she told me all about the Pentecost
And I seen that girl as the road to my survi-ival

Just later on the very same night
when I crept to her tent with a flashlight
and my long years of innocence ended
Well she took me to the woods sayin'
"Here comes somethin' and it feels so good!"
And just like a dog I was befriended
I was befriended

Oh, oh, what a night
Oh what a garden of delight
Even now that sweet memory lingers
I was playin' my guitar
lying underneath the stars
Just thankin' the lord for my fingers
for my fingers

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Words & music by Paul Simon

M-m, paraphernalia
Never hides your broken bones
And I don't know why
You want to try
Mm, It's plain to see you're on your own
Uh, huh, I ain't blind, no
Some folks are crazy
Others walk that borderline
Watch what you're doing
Taking downs to get off to sleep
And ups to start you on your way
After a while they'll change your style
M-m-m, I see it happening every day
Uh, huh spare your heart
Everything put together
Sooner or later falls apart
There's nothing to it, nothing to it
You can cry
You can lie
For all the good it'll do you
You can die
But when it's done
And the police come, and they lay you down for dead
Uh, huh, just remember what I said

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Words & music by Paul Simon

Went to my doctor yesterday
A-a-a-a-ah, she said I seem to be O.K.
A-a-a-a-ah, She said
"Paul, you better look around
How long you think that you can
Run that body down?
How many nights you think that you can
Do what you been do-o-in'
Who, now who you foolin?"
I came back home and I went to bed
Ah, I was resting my head
My wife came in and she said
"What's wrong, sweet boy, what's wrong?"
Ah, I told her what's wrong
I said "Peg, you better look around
How long you think that you can
Run that body down?
How many nights you think that you can
Do what you been do-o-in'
Who-o, now, who you foolin?"
Kid, you better look around

How long you think that you can
Run that body down?
How many nights you think that you can
Do what you been do-o-in'
Who-o, now, who you foolin?"
Who-o, now, who you foolin?"

. . .


Words & music by Paul Simon

On Armistice Day
The Philharmonic will play
But the songs that we sing
Will be sad
Shufflin brown tunes
Hanging around, ahoo
M-m-m-m-m-m-m
No long drawn blown out excuses
Were made
When I needed a friend she was there
Just like an easy chair

Oo, Oo-o
M-m-m-m-m-m-m

Armistice Day
Armistice Day
That's all I really wanted to say

Oh I'm weary from waiting
In Washington D.C.
I'm coming to see my Congressman
But he's avoiding me
Weary from waiting down in Washington D.C.

Oh Congresswoman
Won't you tell that Congressman
I've waited such a long time
I've about waited all I can
Oh Congresswoman, won't you tell that Congressman

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Words & music by Paul Simon

The mama pajama rolled out of bed
And she ran to the police station
When the papa found out he began to shout
And he started the investigation
It's against the law
It was against the law
What the mama saw
It was against the law

The mama looked down and spit on the ground
Everytime my name gets mentioned
The papa said oy if I get that boy
I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention
Well I'm on my way
I don't know where I'm going
I'm on my way

I'm taking my time
But I don't know where
Goodbye to Rosie the queen of Corona
See you, me and Julio
Down by the schoolyard
See you, me and Julio
Down by the schoolyard
Me and Julio down by the schoolyard

In a couple of days they come and take me away
But the press let the story leak
And when the radical priest
Come to get me released
We was all on the cover of Newsweek
And I'm on my way
I don't know where I'm going
I'm on my way

I'm taking my time
But I don't know where
Goodbye to Rosie the queen of Corona
See you, me and Julio
Down by the schoolyard
See you, me and Julio
Down by the schoolyard
Me and Julio down by the schoolyard

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Words & music by Paul Simon

Ah, peace like a river ran through the city
Long past the midnight curfew
We sat starry-eyed
Ooh, oh,we were satisfied
O-o-oh, when I remember
Misinformation followed us like a plague
Nobody knew from time to time
If the plans were changed
Oh, oh, oh, if the plans were changed.

You can beat us with wires
You can beat us with chains
You can run out your rules
But you know you can't outrun the history train
I seen a glorious day, aiee------


Ah, four in the morning
I woke up from out of my dreams
Nowhere to go but back to sleep
But I'm reconciled
Oh, oh, oh, I'm going to be up for a while
Oh, oh, oh, I'm going to be up for a while

Oh, oh, oh, I'm going to be up for a while

. . .


Words & music by Paul Simon

Mm------
It's carbon and monoxide
The ole Detroit perfume
It hangs on the highways
In the morning
And it lays you down by noon
Oh Papa Hobo
You can see that I'm dressed like a schoolboy
But I feel like a clown
It's a natural reaction I learned
In this basketball town

Sweep up
I been sweeping up the tips I've made
I'm living on Gatorade
Planning my getaway
Detroit, Detroit
Got a hell of a hockey team
Got a left-handed way
Of making a man sign up on that
Automotive dream, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh, Papa Papa Hobo
Could you slip me a ride?
Well, it's just after breakfast
I'm in the road
And the weatherman lied,
Oo-------, Ah-----, Oo-------

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Hobo's Blues

[No lyrics]

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Words & music by Paul Simon

I got some so-called friends
They'll smile right to my face
Oh, when my back is turned
They'd like to stick it to me
Yes they would
Oh no no, oh no no
There's only one thing I need to know
Whose side are you on?

I fly into J.F.K.
My heart goes boom boom boom
I know that customs man
He's going to take me
To that little room
Oh no no. Oh no, no
There's only one thing I need to know
Whose side are you on, whose side are you on?

I got the paranoia blues
From knockin' around in New York City
Where they roll you for a nickel
And they stick you for the extra dime

Anyway you choose
You're bound to lose in New York City
Oh, I just got out in the nick of time
Well, I just got out in the nick of time

Once I was down in Chinatown
I was eating some Lin's Chow Fon
I happened to turn around
And when I looked I see
My Chow Fon's gone
Oh no, no, Oh no, no
There's only one thing I need to know
Whose side are you on, whose side are you on?
Well, there's only one thing I need to know
Whose side, whose side, whose side?

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Words & music by Paul Simon

Congratulations
Oh, seems like you've done it again
And I ain't had such misery
Since I don't know when
Oh, and I don't know when, oh, and I don't know when

I notice so many people
Slipping away
And many more waiting in the lines
In the courtrooms today
Oh, in the courtrooms today


Love is not a game
Love is not a toy
Love's no romance
Love will do you in
And love will wash you out
And needless to say
You won't stand a chance, you won't stand a chance
I'm hungry for learning
Won't you answer me please
Can a man and a woman
Live together in peace,
Oh, live together in peace?

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