☆ 29

I was a poor little kid
in the lungs of new York
Just like a motherless
son of a bitch
Loaded on ephedrine
looking for downers and coke
Like a sun that
just wouldn’t set out
on the horizon
Singing and dancing songs
to them nighttime songs
I took a train and
came up from Carolina
I was looking for
something to do
Nothing I found could ever
quite occupy me
With nothing to gain there’s
always nothing to lose
Singing and dancing
to them nighttime songs
Cry me a river till
the morning comes

I should’ve died a hundred
thousand times
Teetering stoned
off the side of buildings
Nobody loved me and
nobody even tried
You cant hang
on to something
that wont stop moving
Singing and dancing
to them nighttime songs
I got arrested down
south for hitting a clerk
I spit in his face
the bastard knocked me out
He leered at my lady
and then he touched her face
Thank God she had the
money to bail me out
Singing and dancing
to them nighttime songs
Cry me a river till
the morning comes
Bar room boogie just
like in the movies
Go on put it to me shake it
till the rattles come on
take me where
morning don’t come

I had a dog named Jet
when I was a kid
Until one day
he wandered off and died
One night I went in the yard
and dug him up
And he laid in the box just
like a pile of bones
Singing and dancing
to them nighttime songs
I used to get loaded and
baby Id drive your car
It seemed like there was
always a cop
Coming behind me
and following close
as they could
Eventually they’d
just trail off
Loaded and cruising
to them nighttime songs
Cry me a river till
the morning comes
Bar room boogie just like
in the movies
Go on put it to me shake it
till the rattles come on
Take me where the morning
don’t come

I think I died a hundred
thousand times
Mixing liquor with
mystery pills
Mystery pills and
heroin mixed into cocaine
Face down out
on the riverside
Most of my
friends are married
and making them babies
To most of them
I already died
And whatever it is about
you I’ve always hated
Is something about myself
I just couldn’t hide
And I’m going going baby
I’m gone
So cry me a river
to the other side
of the morning
To where the
morning don’t come
To where the
morning don’t come
To where the
morning don’t come
To where the
morning don’t come
To where the
morning don’t come
To where the
morning don’t come
To where the
morning don’t come
To where the
morning don’t come