| Verse 1: Black faces pressed against the glass
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| Where the wind leaned its weight
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| Wind blows scars and top down cars
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| All share one western trait
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| Sadness leaks through tear stained cheeks
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| From winos to dime store Jews
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| Probably don’t know they gave me
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| These late John Garfield blues
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| Verse 2: Midnight fell on Franklin street
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| The lamp bulbs’s always broke
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| For the life of me i could not see
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| But i heard a brand new joke
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| Two man were standing on a bridge
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| One jumped and screamed you lose
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| Just left the odd man holding
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| These late John Garfield blues
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| Verse 3: I'm going away to the last resort
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| In a week or two real soon
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| Where the fish don’t bite but once a night
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| In the dark light of the moon
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| Horses scream their nightmare dreams
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| And the dead men all wear shoes
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| 'Cause everybody’s dancing
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| These late John Garfield blues |