Lyrics The Kid - The Felice Brothers

The Kid

Well, he walked into town
He shot Johnny down
Then he sat on the green
He was back from the war
His brain was on fire
And he lived in the darkness of dreams
Heaven knows the kid
And the things that he did
Were wrong
But who is to blame?
It’s as much his crime
As it is yours and mine
Shine a light on the dark
Of Ghost Town, New York
We would sit by the tracks
Playing dice and jacks
When he lived at the Red Motor Inn
And when his mother OD’d
He was just a bad seed
And not one of us here took him in
Heaven knows the kid
And the things that he did
Were wrong
But who is to blame?
It’s as much his crime
As it is yours and mine
Shine a light on the dark
Of Ghost Town, New York
It’s a left at the fork
To Cairo, New York
And that’s where I’m stranded in sorrow
But how can I go
The fields deep in snow
And no buses run 'til tomorrow
Heaven knows the kid
And the things that he did
Were wrong
But who is to blame?
It’s as much his crime
As it is yours and mine
Shine a light on the dark
Of Ghost Town, New York
Heaven knows the kid
And the things that he did
Were wrong
But who is to blame?
It’s as much his crime
As it is yours and mine
Shine a light on the dark
Of Ghost Town, New York