| Across the old Delaware I fell apart
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| In the city of brotherly love
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| And the winter bit hard through the holes in my jacket
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| And my thoughts lean toward giving up
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| See, I’ve been a wanderer and it’s been some time
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| Since I’ve found somewhere I could belong
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| ‘Til a cold wind on Walnut Street whistled in the trees
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| And it sounded to me like a song
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| Said: «when you’re down and you’re out
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| And don’t remember the feeling of joy
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| You can lean on me, brother
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| I won’t let you fall
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| Not while I’m a Philadelphia boy
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| Oh Lord, not while I’m a Philadelphia boy»
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| I took a walk through the city
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| I bumped shoulders with strangers
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| The sinners, the saints and the thieves
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| I looked in faces befitting a cynical age
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| But we so desperately want to believe
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| And when I needed a doctor and a brother and a friend
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| Turn out I wasn’t so far from my home
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| ‘Cause sweet Philadelphia opened her arms
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| Took me in like I was one of her own
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| Said: «when you’re down and you’re out
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| And don’t remember the feeling of joy
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| You can lean on me, brother
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| I won’t let you fall
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| Not while I’m a Philadelphia boy
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| Oh Lord, not while I’m a Philadelphia boy»
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| Just a rounder in need of a home
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| And a brother who won’t let me go
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| Benny Franklin’s an old friend you know
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| It’s not just some face on a hundred dollar bill
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| He’s my old Philadelphia boy
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| Oh Lord, he’s a good old Philadelphia boy
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| No I wasn’t raised Christian
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| Oh but I was raised good
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| I never looked to no heavens above
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| But my wretched old soul is in safe hands tonight
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| In the city of brotherly love
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| So I’ll be out for a slice at Lorenzo’s tonight
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| With a poker chip tight in my hand
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| If you need a ride I’ll be parked right outside
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| If you need a brother — well I’m your man
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| ‘Cause when you’re down and you’re out
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| And don’t remember the feeling of joy
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| You can lean on me, brother
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| I won’t let you fall
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| Not while I’m a Philadelphia boy
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| Oh Lord, not while I’m a Philadelphia boy
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| Oh Lord, not while I’m a Philadelphia boy |