Jonah got a talent and an old guitar and a smiling sweet beguile
a glass of booze and a clutch of songs, let him in he'll string you along for a while
put your heart on the line
Jonah was born an a working farm, a child of the winter sun
a gypsy eye for the open road and a woman's love never owed or bought
never lost or won
Oh tomorrow, it's a fools paradise
Oh tomorrow, Jonah smile wide as the July sun your
heart is warm and your hands have won you friends, but your
dreams are as cold as ice, Jonah my old friend
when the wind comes through November and the nights are crackling cold he'll
hang out in the bar room with the blues if you've got a mind to listen then he'll
tell you how it is, for making it is just around the corner
Jonah's been faking it all his days, playing a part time game
he ain't looking to sink or swim and he don't mind if he lose or win, it's all the same,
playing a part time game
Oh tomorrow, it's a fools paradise
Oh tomorrow, Jonah smile wide as the July sun your
heart is warm and your hands have won you friends