(Raul Malo)



I wanna go across the river

To the house on oldway road

Where my life began and ended all the same

I remember Chris and Johnny

childhood friends of mine

Who grew wise enough to

learn to play the game



As I walked up to the front yard

There were children playing there

And I thought someday this

may be my home again

But how soon I learned my lesson

Through the windows they threw stones

And said there's nothing

left inside Mr. Jones



I went next door to ask the neighbor

If they knew what happened here

To the place where all my memories remain

As they recalled and tried to answer

Tears rolled down their eyes

But the best reply they had was made in vain



Seems the folks that used to live there

Worked hard for all their means

But their means could never take them to an end

There was hope down in the city

Then a bank declined their loan

Now there's nothing left inside, Mr. Jones



Can't you see that it's empty now

And no one really cares

For even I must try to save my own

You should turn around and get back on that

Lonely oldway road

'Cause there's nothing left inside, Mr. Jones



Can't you see that it's empty now

And no one really cares

For even I must try to save my own

You should turn around and get back on that

Lonely oldway road

'Cause there's nothing left inside, Mr. Jones



I'm going back across the river

To see if I can find

The place where life can start and end all the same

But no matter where I'm going it will dwell inside my bones

That there's nothing left inside, Mr. Jones

No there's nothing left inside, Mr. Jones