Make way for the lady
You can do it my son
Makin' hay with no gravy
Brings the good folk down
Anytime you get lonely
You just got to turn it around
This life I've bin given
It don't tell you no lies
Could've been somewhat wasted
How could it be otherwise
When the sound of the laughter
Brought the tears in to my
eyes
Make way for the lady
You can do it my son
Makin' hay with no gravy
Gets the day's work done
When a blue mood gets rollin'
You just got to turn it around
Turn it around
Shake hands with the father
The son and the holy ghost
The impossible believers
And the heavenly host
If you must do it better
You just got to do it the
most
Make way for the lady
You can do it my son
Makin' hay with no gravy
Brings all the good folks
down
When a blue moon starts risin'
You just got to turn it around
Turn it around
Turn it around
Make way for the lady
And turn it around
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