Curtis Eller's American Circus - Last Flight Of The Pigeon Club lyrics

Wel the boys ain't ben down to the clubhouse In so long you would think it's a crime It's just me and those birds every morning I feel like I'm wastin' my time And this coffee takes a decade to boil And this ladder's like Hell on my knees But I'm up on the roof every mornin' like clockwork And I watch 'em rise up through the trees It's the last flight of the Pigeon Club You oughta come out this year But these birds are just shadows of the birds back in my day It's years and those records still stand They flew ten thousand miles, and back to Hoboken When they took to the air they would fly from my hands But if these ones don't come back I won't miss them I just know this is k**in' my health And if they find someplace better to die than New Jersey Well, I'd probably go there myself Oh, it's the last flight of the Pigeon Club You oughta come out this year Yes, it's the last flight of the Pigeon Club You...oughta come out...this year