Lyrics: It gets a little breezy on the wagon Pretty soon you’re comin’ down with a cough I think it’s about time I pack my bag and Wave fare thee well and jump right off Sometimes you’re dancin’ on the ceiling Sometimes you’re face down in the mud Oh mama, I’ve got this feeling I sure don’t know which way is up Lord, save room for the sinners and the freaks The ramblin’ gambler lost out at sea The brokenhearted cast out to the streets, please Lord, save room for the sinners and the freaks Playin’ hopscotch on the straight and narrow Zig zaggin’ on that ol’ white line I’ve heard it told that too much of anything Can make any honest man go blind Lord, save room for the sinners and the freaks The ramblin’ gambler lost out at sea The brokenhearted cast out to the streets, please Lord, save room for the sinners and the freaks Lord, save room for the sinners and the freaks