| Beau James, Beau James, Beau James
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| He walked along Broadway
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| They called him Beau James
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| The city streets were his pals
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| The lights were his gals
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| His favorite flames
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| He wrote on the sidewalk in big white chalk
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| Jimmy Walker loves New York
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| Oh how that love affair
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| Lit up Times Square
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| He walked along Broadway and blew her a kiss
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| The many years have gone by You still hear her sigh
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| No kiss was like this
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| And though the town fell out of love with him
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| And called him a few unkind names
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| Yet one will always remember, remain
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| Beau James, Beau James, Beau James
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| He walked along Broadway and blew her a kiss
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| The many years have gone by You still hear her sigh
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| No kiss was like this
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| And though the town fell out of love with him
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| And called him a few unkind names
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| Yet one will always remember, remain
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| Beau James, Beau James, Beau James
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| Beau James, Beau James, Beau James |