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I was a poor little kid in the lungs of New York
Like a motherless son of a bitch
Loaded on Ephedrine, looking for downers and coke
Like a sun that just wouldn't set out on the horizon
Singing and dancing to them night time songs

I took a train and I came up from Carolina
For I was looking for something to do
Nothing I found could ever quite occupy me
And with nothing to gain, there's always nothing to lose
Singing and dancing to them night time songs
Cry me a river till the morning comes

I should've died a hundred thousand times
Teetering, stoned off the side of building
Nobody loved me, and nobody ever tried
You can't hang on to something that won't stop moving
Singing and dancing to them night time songs

I got arrested down south for hitting a clerk
I spit in his face, the bastard knocked me out
He leered at my lady, and then he touched her face
Thank God, she had the money to bail me out
Singing and dancing to them night time songs
Cry me a river till the morning comes

Bar room boogie, just like in the movies
Go on put it to me, shake it till the rattles come off
Take me where the morning don't come

I had a dog named Jet when I was a kid
Until one day, he wandered off and died
One night I went in the yard, and I dug him up
And he laid in the box, just like a pile of bones
Singing and dancing to them night time songs

I used to get loaded, and baby, I'd drive your car
It seemed like there was always a cop
Coming up behind me, and following close as he could
Until eventually, he would just trail off
Loaded and cruising to them night time songs
Cry me a river till the morning comes

Bar room boogie, just like in the movies
Go on put it to me, shake it till the rattles come off
Take me where the morning won't come

I think I died a hundred thousand times
Mixing liquor with them mystery pills
Mystery pills and heroin mixed into cocaine
Face down, lyin' on the riverside

Most of my friends are married and making them babies
To most of them, I already died
And whatever it is about you I've always hated
Is something about myself I just couldn't hide
And I'm going, going, baby, I'm almost gone
So cry me a river to the other side of the morn

To where the morning won't come
To where the morning won't come
To where the morning won't come
To where the morning won't come

To where the morning won't come
To where the morning won't come
To where the morning won't come
To where the morning won't come