Blow the House Down

This is Blow the House Down (A one, two, a one, two, three) 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, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down Down and down, down and down, down and blow the house down Blow the house down Down and down, down and down, 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, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down Down and down, down and down, down and blow the house down Blow the house down Down and down, down and down, down and blow the house down Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down Oh, oh... Blow the house down Down and down, down and down, down and blow the house down