I’m down at the Bowery oh Lord oh Lord
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I’m gonna tell ya how I got here
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First I gotta shoot some dice and win
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So I can get my room again
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It all started with a love so true and the angels flew
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Higher than I’d ever been
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With a sparkle in her face and her eyes and the butterfly
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It all came rushing in
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A buttercup
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I lost my wife in ‘73
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She took ill, she done died on me
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Now I’ve got nothing more to live for
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So I packed up a bag and went
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I just started wanderin’
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I hid in the booze and the shadows of the night
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I just started crumblin’
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A buttercup
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I lost my wife in ‘73
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She took ill, she done died on me
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Now I’ve got nothing more to live for
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Oh, it just don’t seem fair
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I met her under a chandelier
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And time and space changed from there
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A buttercup
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I lost my wife in ‘73
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She took ill, she done died on me
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Now I’ve got nothing more to live for
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The Bowery
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| The White Buffalo |
