Cook, fisherman, stripper, poet. mathematicians, carpenters....
I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I was looking for to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
Right outside of Delacroix
She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century
They're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenters' wives