Original lyrics

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Tell me, mother, can you see Lately what's come over me? All I know is that suddenly I’ve become bad company Oh, where did he go? Your wide-eyed son I gave 'em all I got and now I'm the lonely one I guess it goes to show Those streets of gold will leave you cold And all I’ve sold Is the same old tune Yes, it goes to show These words I write are to let you know That I won't be home Any time soon Lucas Jones is lost at sеa Would someone send him homе to me? Others say he never quit Just caught a cold and called in sick As miracles go He never asked for much Gave 'em all he got and now Now he's out of touch I guess it goes to show Those streets of gold will leave you cold And all I've sold Is the same old tune Yes, it goes to show These words I write are to let you know That I won't be home Any time soon Any time soon Any time soon When I see you again (Any time, any time) When I see you again (Any time, any time) Mmm, and again (Any time, any time) I guess it goes to show These streets of gold will leave you cold And all I've sold Is the same old tune Yes, it goes to show These words I write are to let you know That I won't be home Any time soon Any time Any time soon