Under The Bridge

I lost my job in Saginaw working on the railroad

After twenty years they just put me on the side

Now I'm hungry in the street with no place to hang my hat

And nothin' but an empty dream to ride

But under the bridge, I can make believe I'm living in a castle

Under the bridge, my baby and me

And I can pretend that I'm a king and this is my kingdom

Under the bridge making believe

Hey, the doors are always open to any old weary traveler

And you'll find some great grub feedin' here below

Any old bridge can be a palace, call it what you want to

It's a place to be when you got no place to go

Under the bridge, I can make believe I'm living in a castle

Under the bridge, my baby and me

And I can pretend I'm a king, this is my kingdom

Under the bridge making believe

Hey, under the bridge making believe