The Old Laughing Lady (Live at the Riverboat 1969) - Neil Young

Don't call pretty Peggy

She can't hear you no more

Don't leave no message

'Round her back door

They say the old laughing lady

Been here before

She don't keep time

She don't count score

You can't have a cupboard

If there ain't no wall

You got to move there's

No time left to stall

They say the old laughing lady

Dropped by to call

And when she leaves

She leaves nothing at all

See the drunkard of the village

Falling on the street

Can't tell his ankles

From the rest of his feet

He loves his old laughing lady

'Cause her taste is so sweet

But his laughing lady's loving

Ain't the kind he can keep

There's a fever on the freeway

Blacks out the night

There's a slipping on the stairway

Just don't feel right

And there's a rumbling

In the bedroom

And a flashing of light

There's the old laughing lady

Everything is all right