blow the house down

this one goes to market

this one makes a meal at home

this one has closets

while the have-nots down the way have none

so i go to the mountains

i go to the river

i pilot machines

people have places

and the places have the people's dreams

oh

puff puff and blow the house down

oh

puff puff and blow the house down

oh

puff puff and blow the house down

and down

and down

and blow the house down

there's a song for the robbers

on the other side of windowpanes

a song for the cowboys

held up in hundred-mile-an-hour trains

and there's one for the lovers

and one for the sinners

that they sing in the pews

short of distinctions

i'd say we've all grown tired of singing blues

oh

puff puff and blow the house down

oh

puff puff and blow the house down

oh

puff puff and blow the house down

and down

and down

and blow the house down

blow the house down and down and down

and blow the house down