كلمات The Bowery

Listen while you read I’m down at the Bowery oh Lord oh Lord I’m gonna tell ya how I got here First I gotta shoot some dice and win So I can get my room again It all started with a love so true and the angels flew Higher than I’d ever been With a sparkle in her face and her eyes and the butterfly It all came rushing in A buttercup I lost my wife in ‘73 She took ill, she done died on me Now I’ve got nothing more to live for So I packed up a bag and went I just started wanderin’ I hid in the booze and the shadows of the night I just started crumblin’ A buttercup I lost my wife in ‘73 She took ill, she done died on me Now I’ve got nothing more to live for Oh, it just don’t seem fair I met her under a chandelier And time and space changed from there A buttercup I lost my wife in ‘73 She took ill, she done died on me Now I’ve got nothing more to live for