Lyric Context Universe
son of an irishman
on the bowery
oh on the bowery
son of an irishman
on the bowery
oh on the bowery
all i need is you
on the bowery
i was lonely
all i need is you
on the bowery
i was lonely
start
when stephen foster died in a flop-house on the bowery
his worn-out wallet held just a quarter and a dime
start
when stephen foster died in a flop-house on the bowery
his worn-out wallet held just a quarter and a dime
all innocence and sin
now i'm strung out on the bowery as the winter closes in
i said i'm strung out on the bowery as the winter closes in
all innocence and sin
now i'm strung out on the bowery as the winter closes in
i said i'm strung out on the bowery as the winter closes in
i got so tired on my feet
i lay drunk on the bowery
time never meant much to me
i got so tired on my feet
i lay drunk on the bowery
time never meant much to me
you can run from the roses
you can tumble on the bowery
but if you turn from the world
you can run from the roses
you can tumble on the bowery
but if you turn from the world
crawling an aching mile
living on the bowery
too sick to stand
crawling an aching mile
living on the bowery
too sick to stand