Night On the Town

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Jack Hardy - Pop, Folk

Night On the Town

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Duration: 4:56

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Lyrics

[Verse 1] The wind was blowin' I could almost see the stars City moon was lyin' low I do believe she is scarred There is a pain in this gloom That caught me off guard The fire of day is gone And left the night charred And the bums just sift through the ashes [Chorus] Open up your arms, big mama I am all alone New York, you're a mother But you're home To nine million hungry souls Who would be lost without you [Verse 2] Misery is lost Like the bricks on the street Covered over Like the rain cools the heat Back in awhile Like the cop on the beat Who is polishin' his badge So he seems to be neat And not let the folks know he is nervous [Chorus] Open up your arms, big mama I am all alone New York, you're a mother But you're home To nine million hungry souls Who'd be lost without you [Verse 3] Whoever told you That a child feels no pain? All that is left for him Is to die or go insane All my shame is for him We made him a thief Who says Hail Mary Is different than Hail to the Chief? But pity I reserve for his people [Chorus] Open up your arms, big mama I am all alone New York, you're a mother But you're home To nine million hungry souls Who'd be lost without you [Verse 4] There ain't no more fair fights There's just degrees of hate There ain't no more forty-fives Just cop thirty-eights You'd move west again Ha, but it's a little late The west is movin' east again I guess that cycle is fate But workin' can also be called a habit [Chorus] Open up your arms, big mama I am all alone New York, you're a mother But you're home To nine million hungry souls Who'd be lost without you (Here we go) [Instrumental Break] [Verse 5] Grandma taught Sunday school With an Indiana soul Played that broke church piano With fingers made of gold But on each Sunday Ha, when she was down the road Grandpa got to thinkin' 'Bout his children leavin' home And took out a bottle of religion [Chorus] Open up your arms, big mama I am all alone New York, you're a mother But you're home To nine million hungry souls Who'd be lost without you

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  • Jack Hardy