D.W. Washburn Lyrics

D.W. Washburn, I heard a sweet boy say
D.W. Washburn, this is your lucky day
A hot bowl of soup is waiting
A hot bowl of soup and a shave
D.W. Washburn, we picked you to save

Can′t you hear the bugle call?
Can't you hear the band?
Even you can be reborn
You′re not teamed there too well
If you don't get out of that gutter before the next big rain
D.W. Washburn, you're gonna wash right down the drain

Up, up, come on get up
Get up off your street
If you can only make it from your hands to your knees
I know you can make it to your feet

D.W. Washburn, I said to myself
D.W. Washburn, why don′t you go save somebody else?
Well, I got no job to go to
I don′t work and I don't get paid
I got a bottle of wine, I′m feeling fine
And I believe I got it made

I'd like to thank all you good people

For coming to my aid
But I′m D.W. Washburn
I do believe I got it made
(D.W. Washburn)
I do believe I got it made
Don't need nobody
I do believe I got it made
I do believe I got it made
One more time
I do, do, do, do believe I got it made