Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bowery, artist - Bill Callahan. Album song Rough Travel For A Rare Thing, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 22.03.2010
Record label: Drag City
Song language: English
Bowery |
| My grandfather died |
| A Bowery (bum?) |
| My grandfather died |
| Son of an Irishman |
| On the Bowery |
| Oh on the Bowery |
| My father tried |
| To find his bones |
| And to his trials I added my own |
| My grandfather left |
| My father twice |
| Second time was on his wife’s advice |
| Straight back to the Bowery |
| Straight back to the Bowery |
| Well I’m new here. |
| Where can a fella eat? |
| I’m new here. |
| Where can a fella sleep? |
| I’m new here, and I’ve got a pit in my gut |
| On the Bowery |
| On the Bowery |
| And when he came up from the river of methadone |
| He took his last breath on the Bowery |
| He took his last breath on the Bowery |