Lyric Lonely Street
(Steve Walsh / Dave Hope / Richard Williams / Phil Ehart)
Sometimes when I m walking down this lonely street,
Well, it sure don t seem like twenty years,
Since I went walking down this lonely street
And the smell of perfumed ladies filled the air
This street ain t got no name, dead end is in the river,
And I lived where I hated life day by day,
There wasn t nothing I could do to shake a cold night shiver,
Cause to move up Lonely Street you had to have some say
Gambling is bad luck down on Lonely Street
And it sure ain t no place to be when a man gets sore
You know I killed a man and I paid all I can,
With twenty years on a chain gang,
For the flesh and the blood on that jailhouse floor
Sometimes when I m walking down this lonely street
I get caught up in a dream that won t let me go
And as the bright lights flash up and down this lonely street
My mind rolls back the years long time ago
I see my baby stumblin around with tears in her eyes
And as I reach out for her she falls on the floor
She mumbles through bloody lips about a bad man, robber, raper,
And in my gut I know I got one to score
The word was comin down, down on Lonely Street
That the bad man was a dead man if he crossed my trail
Every night I d walk up and down this Lonely Street
I get stinkin drunk, and always in jail,
One night they threw me in with a man they called the mangler
He was caught on the street makin some old whore,
I remember he was quite proud of that,
So half-crazed I shot him,
And I cried in the blood on that jailhouse floor.
Sometimes when I m walking down this lonely street,
Well, it sure don t seem like twenty years,
Since I went walking down this lonely street
And the smell of perfumed ladies filled the air
This street ain t got no name, dead end is in the river,
And I lived where I hated life day by day,
There wasn t nothing I could do to shake a cold night shiver,
Cause to move up Lonely Street you had to have some say
Gambling is bad luck down on Lonely Street
And it sure ain t no place to be when a man gets sore
You know I killed a man and I paid all I can,
With twenty years on a chain gang,
For the flesh and the blood on that jailhouse floor
Sometimes when I m walking down this lonely street
I get caught up in a dream that won t let me go
And as the bright lights flash up and down this lonely street
My mind rolls back the years long time ago
I see my baby stumblin around with tears in her eyes
And as I reach out for her she falls on the floor
She mumbles through bloody lips about a bad man, robber, raper,
And in my gut I know I got one to score
The word was comin down, down on Lonely Street
That the bad man was a dead man if he crossed my trail
Every night I d walk up and down this Lonely Street
I get stinkin drunk, and always in jail,
One night they threw me in with a man they called the mangler
He was caught on the street makin some old whore,
I remember he was quite proud of that,
So half-crazed I shot him,
And I cried in the blood on that jailhouse floor.
