Tom T. Hall - All You Want When You Please lyrics

I'm sittin' here lookin' at
Some mighty hard times
Money ain't growing on trees
A little while ago I was rollin' in dough
Singin' all you want when you please

All you want when you please girls
All you want when you please

The wind blows up this road all summer
In the evening it cools one and all
If you like a good breeze you
Can have all you please
If you don't get blown away in the fall

My money's all gone
And my breeze died down my bloom
Of youth's gone to seed
I sit here and cry for the days all gone
By when I sang all you want when you please

Well the meat's all lean and
The bread's all done
And the cook rides a big white horse
You just come like you look and
If you get your picture took
You can tell 'em you was at the Mardi Gras