Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Forty Deuce , by - Black 47. Song from the album Bittersweet Sixteen, in the genre Кельтская музыкаRelease date: 31.01.2006
Record label: Gadfly
Song language: English
Forty Deuce |
| As I roved out one May morning |
| On down by old Times Square |
| I met a sportin' lady |
| Sweet Nancy was her name |
| She said «Me dearest darlin' |
| You’re so young and you smell so sweet |
| But you’ll age 10 years in 20 days down on 42nd Street» |
| She took me upstairs to a room |
| With cobwebs on the wall |
| She said «Lay down, me darlin' |
| You and I gonna have a ball» |
| And as she kissed me virgin tears away |
| She sang in her sweet voice |
| Fare thee well my 42nd street |
| Good-bye my forty-deuce |
| In the years to come I had occasion |
| To remember sweet Nancy’s song |
| For I fell in with bad company |
| I lived me life all wrong |
| I did everything forbidden |
| By bible, book and creed |
| 'Til I’d no more virgin tears to shed |
| Down on 42nd Street |
| I fell in with two blaggards |
| Spider Murphy and Jem Black |
| We terrorized Hell’s Kitchen |
| We robbed both white and black |
| We never gave a damn about |
| The Narcos or the Vice |
| For the days were short and the nights were long |
| Down on dear old forty-deuce |
| One night on 7th Avenue |
| I was accosted by the law |
| They said «We've got your number, lad |
| You’re time is gettin' short |
| Take our advice, me bucko |
| Kick the dust up with your heels |
| And leave your false companions |
| Down on 42nd Street» |
| But I was young and stupid |
| And loyal to a fault |
| I had a package in me shirt |
| To deliver to Jem Black |
| When I handed him his contraband |
| I was pounced on by 2 narcs |
| Spider Murphy had betrayed me |
| Farewell my forty-deuce |
| I spent 10 years in Sing Sing |
| Goin' slowly up the walls |
| With revenge the only motive |
| That kept me alive at all |
| I came out of there a different man |
| Cruel, vicious, but discreet |
| Bought a gun and went back home |
| Down to 42nd Street |
| I followed Spider Murphy |
| Into a church down by Times Square |
| I blew him to sweet Jesus |
| While he was kneelin' at his prayers |
| If you’re ever lookin' for Jem Black |
| Don’t bother tryin' home |
| Coz he’s 40 feet down under |
| The Hudson’s ragin' foam |
| So, fare thee well, sweet Nancy |
| Give back me virgin tears |
| I’m goin' back to Sing Sing |
| For five and fifty years |
| Please hold me like the first time |
| Sing in your sweet voice |
| Fare thee well my 42nd Street |
| Goodbye my forty-deuce |