The Last Time I Saw Annie

Well they say that Annie’s married
And livin' on the mainland,
And workin' as a waitress
While her husband runs a crane.
But the last time I saw Annie,
We were s’posed to meet in Calais,
Back in nineteen sixty-seven
But my Annie never came.
Now some people are farmers.
And others farm the oceans.
And some men own the factories that clutter up the towns.
And some people are good folks
And others they’re just outlaws
But Annie was an angel, and me, I hang around.
Now the old man at the station
Say’s he’s got a pint of whisky.
And he keeps it mighty handy
And forgets the things he’s told.
And I’m headin' out for nowhere,
For ten days dodgin' memories,
And ten nights in a barroom
And I know it’s gettin' cold.
Now I know that I’ll forget her
'Cause I try not to remember.
But I’ve always been a dreamer
Dreamin' dreams of long ago.
But the last time I saw Annie,
We were s’posed to meet in Calais,
When we both we young and hungry
But my Annie never showed.
Now the road does not run smooth
It runs in gentle desperation.
And there are memories of the kindness
That we find along the way.
And they say that Annie’s married
And she saves for her vacation.
It’s a solid situation and it passes time away.
But the last time I saw Annie,
We were s’posed to meet in Calais,
Back in nineteen sixty-seven
But my Annie never came.