It almost seems laughable
Shouldnt be this hard
I built you this monument
Soldiers standing guard
Rainy night in Washington
The buildings look so proud
Fed upon your every whim
Like manna from above
Hand me down my walking cane
Hand me down my shoes
Its my gain to win
Its my gain to lose
I kept you my confidence
Although I slowly sank
Jealousy and misery
From which we deeply drank
Now Im off to Philadelphia
On the eve of whats to come
This old boys got the d.c. blues
Theyve got me on the run
Hand me down my walking cane
Hand me down my shoes
Its my gain to win
Its my gain to lose
Hand me down walking cane
Hand me down my shoes
Its my gain to win
Its my gain to lose
Its my gain to win
Its my gain to lose