Lyrics: Tom T. Hall. All You Want When You Please.

I'm sittin' here lookin' at some mighty hard times
Money ain't growing on trees
A little while ago I was rollin' in dough
Singin' all you want when you please

All you want when you please girls
All you want when you please
The wind blows up this road all summer
In the evening it cools one and all

If you like a good breeze you can have all you please
If you don't get blown away in the fall
All you want when you please girls
All you want when you please

My money's all gone and my breeze died
Down my bloom of youth's gone to seed
I sit here and cry for the days all gone by
When I sang all you want when you please

All you want when you please girls
All you want when you please
Well, the meat's all lean and the bread's all done
And the cook rides a big white horse

You just come like you look and if you get your picture took
You can tell 'em you was at the Mardi Gras
All you want when you please girls
All you want when you please