Black faces pressed against the glass
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Where rain has pressed it's weight
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Wind blown scarves in top down cars
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All share one western trait
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Sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks
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From winos to dime-store Jews
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Probably don't know they give me
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These late John Garfield blues
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Midnight fell on Franklin Street
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And the lamppost bulbs were broke
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For the life of me, I could not see
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But I heard a brand new joke
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Two men were standing upon a bridge
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One jumped and screamed you lose
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And just left the odd man holding
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Those late John Garfield blues
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An old man sleeps with his conscience at night
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Young kids sleep with their dreams
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While the mentally ill sit perfectly still
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And live through life's in-betweens
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I'm going away to the last resort
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In week or two real soon
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Where the fish don't bite but once a night
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By the cold light of the moon
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The horses scream- the nightmares dream
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And the dead men all wear shoes
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'Cause everybody's dancin'
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Those late John Garfield blues
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Late John Garfield Blues
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| John Prine |
