From the sailing to philadelphia album
Dont you love the sound
Of the last laugh, my friend
Dont you love the sound
Of the last laugh, at the end
Down in the gutter
With the mad old soldiers
Down in the scuppers
With the drunken sailors
Down in the gutter
With the mad old soldiers
But the last laugh, baby is yours
And dont you love the sound
Of the last laugh goin down
Games you thought youd learned
You neither lost nor won
The dreams have crashed and burned
You still keep on, keepin on
Out on the highway
With the road gang, workin
Up on a mountain
With a cold wind blowin
Out on the highway
Was a road band, workin
But the last laugh, baby is yours
And dont you love the sound
Of the last laugh, goin down
They had you cryin
And you came up smilin
They had you crawlin
And you came up flyin
They had you cryin
And you came up smilin
And the last laugh, baby is yours
And dont you love the sound
The last laugh goin down?
Well, dont you love the sound
Of the last laugh, goin down