Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song New York City Blues , by - Roger Alan Wade. Song from the album Simmering Rage, in the genre КантриRelease date: 17.01.2019
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
New York City Blues |
| «So long Father Bingo,» said the Hoosier to the priest |
| «Fare-thee-well,» he replied in broken Portuguese |
| The conductor tore her ticket |
| Tore it all in half |
| She told him where to stick it |
| Said, «You killed Sylvia Plath» |
| Oh sweet Sarah queen of tarot |
| With the Indiana blues |
| Walks the streets of Little Italy in her New York City shoes |
| Oh the farms and farm houses and the farm boys sweet and true |
| Rolling in the tall grass with the golden ingenue |
| Some called it flame and sin |
| She just calld it time to go |
| And she ain’t coming back again |
| Oh but then, you nver know |
| Sweet Sarah queen of tarot |
| With the Indiana blues |
| Walks the streets of Little Italy in her New York City shoes |
| Oh sweet Sarah queen of tarot |
| With the Indiana blues |
| Walks the streets of Little Italy in her New York City shoes |