Mr. Rodriguez

Yesterday morning, I was walking around
 Me and Mr. Rodriguez on the wrong side of town
 The streets were all empty and the houses all burned down
 He reached in his pocket and he pulled out a crown
 And he said
 You're so much like me, boy
 Step outta your dream
 Watch 'em all gather 'round, boy
 It is your turn to be king
 Cause you are the only one
 You are the only one
 I come from a small town near West Beverly
 Right under the freeway, all my brothers and me
 My father was Henry, Mary Jane, Eloise
 They work in a coal mine from age 17
 But I don't see 'em that much no more
 They died one day
 A king from a jester and a queen from a slave
 You are the only one
 You are the only one
 Well you are the only one
 That's for me
 There's a rose in my garden that never grows
 And it keeps me up at night forevermore
 And what I hold in my hand I was told to never hold
 So I let it go
 The slave and the jester
 They met in the park
 A slow song in the distance and a dance through the dark
 One hand to the outside, she waves in the wind
 They circled for hours or what seemed to be them
 She love him in the moonlight
 Soon the morning comes
 Then back to the coal mine when the day is done
 You are the only one
 You are the only one
 You are the only one
 For me
 Yesterday morning, I was walking around
 Me and Mr. Rodriguez on the wrong side of town
 The streets were all empty and the houses all burned down
 He reached in his pocket and he pulled out a crown
 And he said
 You're so much like me, boy
 Step outta your dream
 Watch 'em all gather 'round, boy
 It is your turn to be king
 Cause you are the only one
 You are the only one
 I come from a small town near West Beverly
 Right under the freeway, all my brothers and me
 My father was Henry, Mary Jane, Eloise
 They work in a coal mine from age 17
 But I don't see 'em that much no more
 They died one day
 A king from a jester and a queen from a slave
 You are the only one
 You are the only one
 Well you are the only one
 That's for me
 There's a rose in my garden that never grows
 And it keeps me up at night forevermore
 And what I hold in my hand I was told to never hold
 So I let it go
 The slave and the jester
 They met in the park
 A slow song in the distance and a dance through the dark
 One hand to the outside, she waves in the wind
 They circled for hours or what seemed to be them
 She love him in the moonlight
 Soon the morning comes
 Then back to the coal mine when the day is done
 You are the only one
 You are the only one
 You are the only one
 For me