. CHORUS Lie-la-lie..... Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job, But I get no offers. Just a come-on from the whores On Seventh
I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song. I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on. And the leaves that are green turn to brown
Words & music by Paul Simon In my little town I grew up believing God keeps His eye on us all And He used to lean upon me As I pledged allegiance to
know (Wo, wo, wo) God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) Sitting on a sofa on