The Bowery

Well, 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

But 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'
But 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
But 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

A buttercup
I lost my wife in '73
She took ill, she done died on me
And I've got nothing more to live for
And I've got nothing more to live for



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Aaron Smith
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