Lyrics

The city streets were jammed, every bar in town was crammed On a cold Pittsburg morning Glory at its most extreme, hysteria for a footbal team A-raving Down the street a ways, hid behind the plaster walls Of on old beat-up apartment Sophia Eizer lived alone, no neighbour friends or telephone To aid her Born seventy years ago, she has felt the cold and seen the snow A-blowing through the tree tops But Sophia was much younger then, the sweetness of her mandolines A-twanging Now in this day and time it's almost come to be a crime To be old in this here country Feeding on descrepit health to fatten up the purse of wealth God knows it Sophia shut the windows tight to face the horrid winter's night With no more warmth to greet her Five months since she paid her bill, a gentle voice beyond the hill Is calling Sleeping in a bed of rags, old cut-up rugs and paperbacks The sun's a-slowly rising Beneath a cloud of frozen breath, Sophia Eizer froze to death This morning The city streets are bare, the smoke stinks in the air On a cold Pittsburg morning While blowing off the steam, they'll rave about their team Again tomorrow