Another crack at this song from 1978. This is probably the best version of the three (my favourite, anyway).
Asked a porter where we'd be by tomorrow morning
He said Listen son you'd better find your way back home
I said hold on up, I didn't ask for any warning
It's a big wide world and I'll make it on my own
So don't you shoot me down if I ask for your suggestions
Don't tell me where to go cos I'm heading some place else
and you can save your breath don't ask me any questions
Stay put until I want your help
Don't you try to stack me on a shelf
It's a big wide world and I'll make it by myself
He said listen son, you're living in a dream
When you get tout there, you'll find out that you're wrong
It might look so good but nothing's what it seems
It's a cruel world, do you think you're hard enough to get along
Well I said there's too many people put off by their failure
They crawl back home inside their garden gate
They sit and criticise you from their own soft corner
What I dislike most is waste
Too many people they just love to hate
Why is this bog wide world such a sad small-minded place
So when that train rolls off I know that I'll be on it
And no amount of persuasion's gonna out me off
So you can keep your advice, cos mister I don't want it
When that train rolls down the track
I knwo I won't be looking back
It's a big wide world
My bags are packed
