"Stormy Monday Blues"
music and lyrics by Billy Eckstine, Bob Crowder, and Earl Hines

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), 36 Greatest Hits (1998)

I said they call it Stormy Monday
But I said June (Tuesday) day
Is just as bad as Monday
I said they call it Stormy Monday
But I said June (Tuesday) day
Is just as bad as a cloudy, cloudy day
Wednesday's full of sorrow
I said that Thursday's oh-so
It's oh-so-sad, it's oh-so-sad
I said lord, lord, why don't you have mercy
You gotta have mercy on me
I been trying to find my woman
Won't you bring her home to me?
I said they call it stormy Monday

"Jack Frost and The Hooded Crow"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), Christmas Album (2003), The Broadsword and The Beast (remaster) (2005), The Best of Acoustic Jethro Tull (2007)

Through long December nights
We talk in words of rain or snow
While you, through chattering teeth
Reply and curse us as you go
Why not spare a thought this day
For those who have no flame
To warm their bones at Christmas time?
Say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow
Now as the last broad oak leaf falls
We beg: consider this
There's some who have no coin
To save for turkey, wine or gifts
No children's laughter round the fire
No family left to know
So lend a warm and a helping hand
Say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow
As holly pricks and ivy clings
Your fate is none too clear
The Lord may find you wanting
Let your good fortune disappear
All homely comforts blown away
And all that's left to show
Is to share your joy at Christmas time
With Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow

"I'm Your Gun"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), 36 Greatest Hits (1998), The Broadsword and The Beast (remaster) (2005)

Blew my smoke on a sunny day
When the first black powder came my way
Hot lead ball from a muzzle cold
To win fair lady and take your gold
I know it hardly seems the time (I am your gun)
To talk of blue steel so sublime
(I am your gun)
I can understand your point of view
(I am your gun)
To tell the truth I'd scare me too
Match, wheel and flintlock
They all caught your eye
Pearl-handled ladies' models
Scaled down to size
I am the peacemaker, so the theory goes
But I don't choose the company I keep
And it shows, I am your gun
Love me, I'm your gun
Maxim and Browning, they helped me along
Stoner, Kalashnikov, thrilled to my song
Now one of me exists, for each one of you
So how can you blame me
For the things that I do?
Now I take second place
To the motor car (I am your gun)
In the score of killing kept thus far
(I am your gun)
And just remember, if you don't mind
(I am your gun)
It's not the gun that kills but the man behind
I am your gun

"Down At The End of Your Road"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), The Broadsword and The Beast (remaster) (2005)

I am your neighbor, I seem most respectable
But underneath I'm an iniquitous toad
So many dreadful mishaps have befallen
You down at the end of your road
And I live down the end of your road
I'm working on ways
To remove you from paradise
From your striped lawn
And your new swimming pool
I place broken bottles in your geraniums
Sabotage your gardening tools
And I live down the end of your road
By day I am a real estate gentleman
I deal in fine properties, cheap at the price
After dark, I plan my most devious practices
Which you might think are not very nice
Designing a system to reverse your plumbing
Welling up, as you sit on your private throne
Will come up all kinds of vile
And despicable nasties
You would rather not have in your home
And I live down the end of your road
Dispensed loathsome creatures
In your drawing room
Sent doggy poo-poos in your morning mail
Rat's heads and lark's wings
Should set your tums turning
And your houses will soon be for sale
And I live down the end of your road
I live down the end of your road

"Coronach"
music and lyrics by David Palmer

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), 36 Greatest Hits (1998)

Grey the mist, cold the dawn
Cruel the sea and stern the shore
Brave the man who sets his course for Albion
Sweet the rose, sharp the thorn
Meek the soil and proud the corn
Blessed the lamb that would be born
Within this green and pleasant land
Hi-O-Ran-I-Ro, Hi-O-Ran-I-Ro
Brown furrow shine
Beneath the rain washed blue
Bright crystal streams
From eagle mountains born
Fortune has smiled on those who wake anew
Within this fortress nature built
To stay the hand of war
With the wind from the east came the first
Of those to tread upon this stone
This throne of kings
This realm, this new Jerusalem
Hi-O-Ran-I-Ro, Hi-O-Ran-I-Ro

"Summerday Sands"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), Minstrel In The Gallery (remaster) (2002)

I once met a girl with the life in her hands
And we lay together on the summerday sands
I gave her my raincoat
And told her, 'Lady, be good!'
And we made truth together
Where no one else would
I smiled through her fingers
And ran the dust through her hands
The hour-glass of reason
On the summerday sands
We sat as the sea caught fire
Waited as the flames grew higher in her eyes
We watched the eagle born
Wings clipped, tail feathers shorn
But we saw him rise over summerday sands
Came the ten o'clock curfew
She said, 'I must start my car
I'm staying with someone
I met last night in a bar'
I called from my wave top
'At least tell me your name!'
She smiled from her wheelspin
And said, 'It's all the same'
I thought for a minute
Jumped back on dry land
Left one set of footprints
On the summerday sands
I once met a girl with the life in her hands
And we lied together on the summerday sands

"Too Many Too"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), The Broadsword and The Beast (remaster) (2005)

Too many drivers in too many cars
Too many lost souls drinking in too many bars
Too many heroes stepping on too many toes
Too many yes-men nodding
When they really mean no
Too many lives each cat can lose
We've got too many too, too many too
Too much sunshine, too many drops of rain
Too many equal and average children
Who will all grow up the same
Too many fireside politicians
Holding too many views
Too many questions
But there are answers too few
Too many lives each cat can lose
We've got too many too, yes, too many too
If I were a liar, yes, and you were a cheat
There would be too many places
Where we all could meet
Too many temples
Where we could worship the beast
Where he who thinks he had the most
In fact has the least
Too many lives each cat can lose
I've got too many too, yes, too many too
I've got too many too

"March The Mad Scientist"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), Minstrel In The Gallery (remaster) (2002)

What would you like for Christmas
A new polarity?
You're binary, and desperate
To deal in high figures
That lick us with their hotter flame
Lick each and everyone the same
And March, the mad scientist
Rings a new change in ever-dancing colours
He rings it here and he rings it
But no one stops to see
The change of fate and the fate of change
That slips into his pocket
So he locks it all away from view
And shares not what he thought you knew
And April is summer-bound
And February's blue
And no one stops to see the colours

"Pan Dance" (Instrumental)
music by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), Minstrel In The Gallery (remaster) (2002)

"Strip Cartoon"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), Too Old To Rock N' Roll: Too Young To Die (remaster) (2002)

Fish and chips, sandpaper lips
And a rainy pavement
Soho lights, another night, thinking of you
Black cat, sat on a wall, winks at me darkly
Suggesting ways and means
That I might win a smile
As you leave the place
Where you work until 12.30
And the policemen nods
As you pass along his beat
Sweaty feet, troubled brow
We're all in the same game, lady
Life's no bowl of cherries
It's a black and white strip cartoon
I've been warned that you
And your friends are crazy
As from your hearts
You bare your parts to the gentlemen
Who, while they drool, trying to keep cool
Spill their Scotch and water
But I'm not that way, I must say
I'd much prefer to see you
In your texturised rubber rainwear around 12:30
Come and play shades of grey
In my black and white strip cartoon
Strip cartoon is all I'm after
Strip cartoon is all I crave
So come to my place around 12:30
'Cos I'm a leading politician
At a dangerous age

"King Henry's Madrigal" (Instrumental)
music by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), Stormwatch (remaster) (2004)

"A Stitch In Time"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), Stormwatch (remaster) (2004)

I work in dark factories, a cog in the big wheel
Driving grey satanic mills
And weaving sad stories
And faceless masters, oh, they pay me plenty
Crumbs from their luncheon packs
Harsh wine from bottles half empty
A stitch in time saves nine
Said Cock Robin from the wall
It's an early bird catches the worm
Show a little pride before you fall
So I flew to the south sun
With birds of a feather
To drink in the warm nights
And tell of fine weather
A stitch in time saves nine
Listen all you young folk
Your lives on a timetable
Clocking on twenty-one
Fly while you're able
A stitch in time saves nine

"17"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), Stand Up (remaster) (2002)

I remember when we had a lot of things to do
Impressed by all the words we read
And the heroes that we knew
Climb on your your dream
A dream of our own making
To find a place that we could later lose
To whatever time would bring
We were seventeen
And the cakeman was affecting you
Moving you to greater things
(In a lesser way) you had to prove
The clock struck summertime
You were going round in circles now
Wishing you were seventeen, at twenty-one
It was a long time gone
And now here you are
You're locked in your own excuse
The circle's getting smaller every day
You're busy planning the next fifty years
So stay the way you are
And keep your head down
To the same old ground
Just paint your picture boy until you find
A closed circle's better than an open line
Yes stay the way you are
I got a circle that's the same as yours
It may be bigger, but I've more to lose
Who is the luckier man, me or you?

"One For John Gee" (Instrumental)
music by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), This Was (remaster) (2002)

"Aeroplane"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988)

Flying, made of sticks and paper, aeroplane
Dying, is the wind but climbing, my aeroplane
Blowing, and going somewhere high
In the evening tumbling down
But it's surely been up there
Crying, want to live my life as my aeroplane
Sighing in the sun's eye
But softly, my aeroplane
Lonely, but only till it comes down
Where there's people running round
But it's surely been up there
Flying, my aeroplane

"Sunshine Day"
music and lyrics by Mick Abrahams

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988)

Woke up this morning
To look at things in their funny way
Why can't they be like
They used to be only yesterday
Ooh, bring back my sunshine day
I look at things that once
Were mine with such despair
Why do the things I say
Only fall on empty air?
Ooh, bring back my sunshine day
My mind cries, bring back my sunshine day
I say the things I used to say
But they don't seem right
Why does this world seem
Like the darkest endless night?
Ooh, bring back my sunshine day
Bring back my sunshine day

"Lick Your Fingers Clean"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), Aqualung 25th Anniversary Special Edition (1996)

I'll see you at the weighing in
When your life's sum-total's made
And you set your wealth in godly deeds
Against the sins you've laid
So place your final burden
On your hard-pressed next of kin
Send the chamber pot back down the line
To be filled up again
Take your mind off your election
And try to get it straight
And don't pretend perfection
You'll be crucified too late
And he'll say you really should make the deal
As he offers round the hat
Well, you'd better lick your fingers clean
I thank you all for that
And as you join the good ship earth
And you mingle with the dust
Be sure to leave your underpants
With someone you can trust
And the hard-headed social worker
Who bathes his hands in blood
Will welcome you with arms held high
And cover you with mud
And he'll say you really should make the deal
As he offers round the hat
Well, you'd better lick your fingers clean
I thank you all for that

"The Chateau D'Isaster Tapes:"
"A.) Scenario"

music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), Nightcap: My Round - Chateau D'Isaster Tapes (1993), A Passion Play: An Extended Performance (Steven Wilson Stereo Mix) (2014)

In long years of ancient time
Stood alone a friend of mine
Reflected by the ever-burning sigh
Of a god who happened by
And in the dawn, there came the song
Of some sweet lady singing in his ear
Your god has gone, and from now on
You'll have to learn to hate the things you fear
We want to know, are we inside the womb?
Of passion plays
In thy righteousness consumed?
Or just in lush contentment of our souls?
And so began the age of man
And they left his body in the sand
Their glasses raised to a god on high
Who smiled upon them from the sky
So take the stage, spin down the ages
Loose the passion, spill the rage upon your son
Who holds the gun up to your head
The play's begun
Then God, the director, smells a rat
Pulls another rabbit from His hat
Sniffs the air and He says
'Well, that's that, I'm going'

"B). Audition"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), Nightcap: My Round - Chateau D'Isaster Tapes (1993), A Passion Play: An Extended Performance (Steven Wilson Stereo Mix) (2014)

The actors milling helplessly
The script is blowing out to sea
But what the hell
We didn't even pass an audition
The lines you'll have to improvise
The words are written in the eyes
Of politicians who despise their fathers
And so the play necessitates
That all you boys participate
In fierce competition to eliminate each other
And groupies, on their way to war
Get to write the next film score
But the rock and roll star
Knows his glory is really nothing
Men of religion, on the make
Pledge an oath they undertake
To make you wise for God's own sake
And none other
While ladies get their bedding done
To win themselves a bouncing son
But bad girls do it for the fun of just being
And me, I'm here to sing along
And I'm not concerned with righting wrongs
Just asking questions
That belong without an answer
But God is laughing up his sleeve
As He pours himself another cup of tea
And He waves good-bye to you and me
At least for now

"C). No Rehearsal"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), Nightcap: My Round - Chateau D'Isaster Tapes (1993), A Passion Play: An Extended Performance (Steven Wilson Stereo Mix) (2014)

Did you learn your lines today?
Well, there is no rehearsal
The tickets have all been sold
For tomorrow's matinee
There's a telegram from the writer
But there is no rehearsal
The electrician has been told
To make the spotlights brighter
There is one seat in the circle
Five hundred million in the stalls
Simply everyone will be there
But the safety curtain falls
When the bomb that's in the dressing room
Blows the windows from their frames
And the prompter in his corner
Is sorry that he came
There is one seat in the circle
Five hundred million in the stalls
Simply everyone will be there
But the safety curtain falls
When the bomb that's in the dressing room
Blows the windows from their frames
And the prompter in his corner
Is sorry that he came
When the bomb that's in the dressing room
Blows the windows from their frames
And the prompter in his corner
Is sorry that he came
Did you learn your lines today?
Well there is no rehearsal
The interval will last until
The ice-cream lady melts away
The twelve piece orchestra are here
But there is no rehearsal
The first violinist's hands are chilled
He's gone deaf in both ears
Well, the scenery is colorful
But the paint is so damn thin
You see the wall behind is crumbling
And the stage door is bricked in
But the audience keep arriving
'Til they're standing in the wings
And we take the final curtain call
And the ceiling crashes in

"Beltane"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), Songs From The Wood (remaster) (2003)

Have you ever stood in an April wood
And called the new year in?
While the phantoms of three thousand years
Fly as the dead leaves spin
There's a snap in the grass behind your feet
And a tap upon your shoulder
And a thin wind crawls along your neck
It's just the old gods getting older
And the kestrel drops like a fall of shot
And the red cloud hanging high
Come, a Beltane
Have you ever loved a lover
Of the old elastic truth?
And doted on the daughter
In the ministry of youth?
Thrust your head between the breasts
Of the fertile innocent
And taken up the cause of love
For the sake of argument
Or while the kisses drop like a fall of shot
From soft lips in the rain, come, a Beltane
Happy old new year to you and yours
The sun's up for one more day
To be sure, play it out gladly
For your card's marked again
Have you walked around your parks and towns
So knife-edged orderly?
While the fires are burned on the hills
Upturned in far-off wild country
And felt the chill on your window sill
As the green man comes around
With his walking cane of sweet hazel
Brings it crashing down
Sends your knuckles white
As the thin stick bites
Well, it's just your growing pains
Come, a Beltane

"Crossword"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), 36 Greatest Hits (1998), Stormwatch (remaster) (2004)

Walking on air
Shoulder and head above you
Down in the street
Black canyons walking through
Hooded sad eyes, fixed on your shuffle shoes
Life is a clue in your crossword
Typewriter turk
Telephone terror takes time to wind down
Push-button finger shakes
City of dreams, back to your quiet nightmare
Your life is a clue in the crossword
Working to rule in your own time
Drag yourself home to your star sign page
Staying awake on cold yesterday's
Steak and warm beer
Ladder of string, climbing to sweet success
Homework aside, your brain on the train to test
Pick up the news
(You left on the seat beside you)
Your life is a clue in the crossword

"Saturation"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), Warchild (remaster) (2002)

They left me, leaving my house on fire
Me running round got out through the window
While clinging to the skirts of fate
Was not my idea of fun, I jumped to it gladly
The town was filled with smoke and hate
Came to my senses just too late
To realize that all I ever owned was borrowed
I thanked them for having shown me
That nothing ever really belongs to anyone
They burned my books and they broke my car
And gave the dog to a man
Who used him for breeding
They felled my trees and they tramped flowers
And threw the kitten into my new pool
The same things done to other men
Had made them run away from the city
This being the case, I joined them there
And breathing air spent the night
With these new friends

"Jack-A-Lynn"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), 25th Anniversary Boxed Set: The Beacons Bottom Tapes (1993), The Best of Jethro Tull: The Anniversary Collection (1993), The Broadsword and The Beast (remaster) (2005), The Best of Acoustic Jethro Tull (2007)

Cold aeroplanes, slow boats, warm trains
Remind me of Jack-A-Lynn
Lush hotels and pretty girls
Won't cheer the misty mood I'm in
Silly, sad, I've never had to write this before
Oh, Jack-A-Lynn
Funny how long nights allow
Thoughts of Jack-A-Lynn
When phantoms tread around my bed
To offer restless dreams they bring
And it's just the time and place to find
A sad song to play for Jack-A-Lynn
Magpies that shriek, old boots that leak
Call me to Jack-A-Lynn
Coal-black cats in policeman's hats
Nosing where the mice have been
And the long miaow's beginning now
And I'm far, far from home and Jack-A-Lynn

"Motoreyes"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988)

Out on the fast and free way
Humming along through
A build-up ad-man's dream
Streaking past in a cloud of spray
Goes the high-performance motor queen
And she looks round at me
Reflecting neon in her motoreyes
And now the chase is on
I know who'll be the loser, me
See the end curve coming
Then we're back on the street
Through the late theater crowds
And the stop lights go
And we're cruising side by side
Still humming loud
And she looks round again
Her motoreyes going to tell me when
Put her right foot to the floor
Shows me she's no slow woman
She takes her cafe noir
Smokes small cigars
Showing just a touch of thigh (sigh!)
And sips her whisky straight
And she stays up late
To kiss the morning bye-bye
Now we're out of town
Going to shake her down if I can stay along
Got my blue light on
Put her in the net with my siren song
Pulls over to the side
Her motoreyes are staring wide
She flashes her I.D.
And makes a bigger fool of me

"Blues Instrumental (Untitled)" (Instrumental)
music by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988)

"Rhythm In Gold"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), The Broadsword and The Beast (remaster) (2005)

I have to call you up
Think I've seen a vision of rhythm in gold
No cat could ever move that way
No puss would dare to be so bold
Must tell the boys to follow you
Catch you where you go to ground
A lady of means, I can see
Rhythm in gold is getting to me
What's your name, and where can I find you?
Are you just a rich man's friend
Or was it always in the family?
You seem to throw the challenge down
By the way you didn't even look at me
Put the boys on you
Immobilize your nine-eleven
There's nothing I could do for you
That would really matter much anyway
You belong to everyone
Rhythm in gold's the number that you play
Put the boys on you
Sabotage your nine-eleven

"Part of The Machine"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), Crest of a Knave (remaster) (2005)

Everybody's jumping on the circus train
Some jump high, some jump off again
And the razzmatazz is rolling
Women folk unveiled
All truths to light, all crosses nailed
Aiming high where the eagle circles
Where he keeps his tail feathers clean
And wonders Am I still a free bird?
Or just a part of the machine
They hitch their coverd wagons
And they roll out west
Politics in the pockets of their Sunday best
Shaking hands, kissing babies
For all that they're worth
Oh, they promise you gold
Promise heaven on earth
Still, that old bald eagle circles
It's not the first time that he's seen
His reflection in the eyes of innocence
He's become just another part of the machine
I wish I had an eagle like you to look up to
He could be my wings to fly in a big bird sky
Up above the whole machine
Smart guys aren't running
They're home and dry
Up in the mountains where the eagle flies
They wouldn't take that job offered on a plate
They got to fly with the eagle, and he won't wait
Looking down on the smoke and the factories
Till the truth creeps up unseen
They see themselves
In the faces of their children
And realize they too are part of the machine
I wish I had an eagle like you to wake up to
He could be my wings to fly in a big bird sky
Hey, let's be part of the machine
Part of the machine

"Mayhem, Maybe"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), The Broadsword and The Beast (remaster) (2005)

When we're working nights, the village round
The old church becomes scary town
All curtained windows and bolted doors
But never a eye to see as us fairy folks
Sweep from the hill
Never caught us and never will
Pulling roses and daffodils
Mayhem in the high degree
The blacksmith chased us all to ground
They searched all night, we were never found
The tinker boys and the sheriff's men
Shaking the tallest tree
And we sat and watched the women hide
Laughed so much we split our sides
Scattered horses that they would ride
Mayhem in the high degree
We crossed through fields of midnight green
Often heard but seldom seen
Tore along hedges,stripping leaves
No-one could quite agree
Whether we came from north or south
We stole the screams from out their mouths
And go where no man would allow
Mayhem in the high degree
Like scaly carp and feathered swan
To nature's world we do belong
We ride the thin winds of the night
And set dark spirits free
We terrify the mare and foal
The fox stood still and far too bold
So we strung him up, brush neatly folded
Mayhem, maybe

"Overhang"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), The Broadsword and The Beast (remaster) (2005)

Good morning, gentlemen
Why the uneasy frowns?
Too much everything and I can't recall
Did I let you down?
Nobody will answer me
Makes me feel that I want to die
My mind is inclined to lie
Oh, no, think I did it last night again
Oh, no, been out on the overhang again
My hotel room was a battleground
How did I find my way?
My wallet's gone and my jacket's torn
My memory's a hazy grey
Do I seem to remember now
Two creatures about eight feet tall?
No safety net to break my fall
Oh, no, must have done it last night again
Oh, no, crawled out on the overhang again
Been out on the overhang
Watching demons and spirits glide
Heading out to the nearest star
Better lead me back to the bar
Oh, no, might do it tonight again
Oh, no, crawled out on the overhang again
Been out on the overhang
Crawling out on the overhang
Out of the overhang

"Kelpie"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), Stormwatch (remaster) (2004)

There was a warm wind with the high tide
On the south of the hill
When a young girl went a-walking
And I followed with a will
"Good day to you, my fine young lady
With your lips so sweetly full
May I help you comb your long hair
Sweep it from that brow so cool?"
Up, ride with the kelpie
I'll steal your soul to the deep
If you don't ride with me
While the devil's free
I'll ride with somebody else
Well I'm a man when I'm feeling
The urge to step ashore
So I may charm you, not alarm you
Tell you all fine things, and more
Up, ride with the kelpie
I'll steal your soul to the deep
If you don't ride with me
While the devil's free
I'll ride with somebody else
Say goodbye to all your dear kin
For they hate to see you go
In your young prime, to this place of mine
In the still loch far below
Up, ride with the kelpie
I'll steal your soul to the deep
If you don't ride with me
While the devil's free
I'll ride with somebody else

"Living In These Hard Times"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

20 Years of Jethro Tull Box Set (1988), Heavy Horses (remaster) (2003)

The bomb's in the china, the fat's in the fire
There's no turkey left on the table
The commuter's return on the six o'clock flyer
Brings no bale of hay for the stable
Well, the light, it is failing along the green belt
As we follow the hard road signs
Semi-detached in our suburban-ness
We're living in these hard times
Well the fly's in the milk
And the cat's in the stew
Another bun in the oven, oh, what to do?
We'll laugh and we'll sing and try to bring
A pound from your pocket, good day to you
Oh, these hard times
The politicians sat on the wall
And traded with the union game
Someone slapped a writ on our deficit
Not a penny left to our name
Oh, the times are hard and the credits lean
And they toss and they turn in sleep
And the line they take is the line they make
But it's not the line that they keep
The cow jumped over yesterday's moon
And the lock ran away with the key
You know what you like
And you like what you know
But there is no jam for tea
Well the light it is failing along the green belt
As we follow the hard road signs
Semi-detached in our suburban-ness
We're living in these hard times