Go Out And Get It

I believe in a minute for every man

When he must take notice of the clock and all its hands

If he sees the road leads straight ahead

Got to run on down, never never be afraid

And it’s yours, go out and get it

Don’t get wet, please keep dry

Think about the people that made you cry.

I know a man, six feet tall

Buckskin jacket, velvet stripes and all

From Boston town, educated well

And he keeps his mind within a padded shell

It’s yours, go out and get it

Don’t get wet, please keep dry

Think about the people that made you cry.

Behind the curtain, upon the shelf

Lives a man, living with himself

Behind his eyes, behind his smile

What’s going on, nobody in the world can tell

It’s yours, go out and get it

Don’t get wet, please keep dry

Think about the people that made you cry.

It’s yours, go out and get it

Don’t get wet, please keep dry

Think about the people that made you cry.