Henry Hannah’s 42nd Street Parking Lot

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Henry Hannah’s 42nd Street Parking Lot

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I went downtown on a sunny day At the wheel of my brand new car Then I tried to find a handy place to park Where I wouldn't have to walk too far So, I drove around for half an hour Just lookin' for a likeless spot Then I saw a sign sayin' Henry Hannah's 42nd Street Parking Lot So, I drove right up and the man inside Put his coffee down and checked me in He had a dog blue shirt and a Panama hat And a four-inch scar on his chin He sent me out to the second floor Where the air was still and hot And I parked my car at Henry Hannah's 42nd Street Parking Lot The engine stopped and I found myself Lookin' right down the barrel of a gun A voice said "Hey boys don't make a move For thirty days I'm on the run And I need your car and another suit And all the money you got" Well, it happened that way at Henry Hannah's 42nd Street Parking Lot I got right out and I quickly saw The four-inch scar on the chin I said "You're the man with the Panama hat That kindly checked me in" He said "That right and don't regret You're the second guy who's gonna get shot On the second floor at Henry Hannah's 42nd Street Parking Lot" Well, I gonna admit I was scared a bit And I thought of my wife and my kids So, you can put the blame on the coward in me For doing what I finally did I gave him my suit and the keys to the car And all the dollar bills I got Then I ran like hell from Henry Hannah's 42nd Street Parking Lot Well, I drove downtown later on that day In the back of a black police car But, we couldn't find Henry Hannah's place Or a man with a four-inch scar Then, at last, the truth began to dawn on me I've been the victim of a devious plot Cause' there's no such place as Henry Hannah's 42nd Street Parking Lot They took me home in my vest and short A confused and a nervous man Trying to think of a better excuse My wife might understand Well, I've lost my wife And I've lost my job And the rest is best forgot You can blame it all on Henry Hannah's 42nd Street Parking Lot So, if you drive downtown on a sunny day When the air is still and hot... Don't park your car at Henry Hannah's 42nd Street Parking Lot Cause the ain't no such place, baby!

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  • Long John Baldry