Lyrics

The Cricket

Well I’m really runnin’ out of headroom on my someday
I’ve been fiddling like a cricket with winter comin’ on
And now the leaves start to fall, but I don’t care at all
I’ll just pick up my guitar & rock on
Pick up my guitar & rock on

Now the Cricket doesn’t care too much which way the wind blows
And there ain’t no doubt about it summer soon be gone
But when the snow starts to fall, I won’t care at all
I’ll just pick up my guitar & rock on
Pick up my guitar & rock on
I’ll rock on

What I got fits in a little napsack & I sleep in the back of an old cadilac
I got nothin, but I feel fine
Cause it ain’t too cold an’ I ain’t too old
I gotta whole lotta rock n’ roll in my soul
I got nothing baby, but it’s all mine
I got a great big bunch of nothin’ but it’s all mine!

Well everybody wants to be the one for someone
And nobody wants to grow old all alone
But if I get old alone, broke & without a home
I’ll just pick up my guitar & rock on
Pick up my guitar & rock on
I’ll rock on