Hey, buddy, can you spare me
some change? Me and my lady
trying to get back to Detroit
They're ripping off the customers
and tearing the buildings down
The ship seems to be sinking
and everyone's moving out
But maybe it's just the way I feel
For some have been so kind
Maybe it's just that I'm far from home
And you been on my mind
Faces in the curtains
whilst the sirens were screaming
Disturbing the dreaming
that I had without sleep
Hustlers on the block
taking every cent I got
So it's dollars for the barman
to give my mind some ease
Someone has bled
an angry slogan on the wall
Just across the street
from my luxury hotel
And the letters are so big that from
close up you cannot read them
But I'm high up in my room
and I can read them very well
Hopalong, the Bowery Boys
and all my cowboy heroes
Saturday morning memories
drifting through the air
"Give my regards to Broadway"
said a grey-faced statue
Who was obviously stoned
to be standing in that square
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