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Ladies are free, but I'm a guy
I'll never go there anymore
The bowery, the bowery
They say such things
And they do strange things
At the bowery
I had a dream
We were sipping whiskey neat
Highest floor, The Bowery
Nowhere's high enough
Somewhere along the lines
We stopped seeing eye
(Soulking made another one)
(Dj Abux)
(Hey)
I had a dream
We were sipping whiskey neat
Highest floor, The Bowery
Nowhere's high enough
I had a dream we were sipping whiskey neat
Highest floor, The Bowery
And I was high enough
Somewhere along the lines
We stopped seeing eye to eye
You
Just a tank and a half up I-95
To Bowery Bank where it's half past nine
The Lower East Side rolls out the red carpet
To a castle in the sky
Where
I had a dream
We were sipping whiskey neat
Highest floor, The Bowery
Nowhere's high enough
Somewhere along the lines
We stopped seeing eye
I had a dream
We were sipping whiskey neat
Highest floor the Bowery
Nowhere is high enough
Somewhere along the lines
We stopped seeing eye to eye
You
I had a dream
We were sipping whiskey neat
Highest floor, the Bowery
And I was high enough
Somewhere along the lines
We stopped seeing eye to eye
You
I had a dream we were sippin' whiskey neat
Highest floor, The Bowery, nowhere's high enough
Somewhere along the lines we stopped seein' eye to eye
I had a dream
We were sipping whiskey neat
Highest floor, The Bowery
Nowhere's high enough
Somewhere along the lines
We stopped seeing eye to eye
You
I had a dream
We were sipping whiskey neat
Highest floor, The Bowery
Nowhere's high enough
Somewhere along the lines
We stopped seeing eye to eye
You
The Real McCoys
Walter Cronkite and The Bowery Boys
(Bowery Boys)
Real McCoys
(Millionaire)
Yogi Bear
(December Bride)
TV Guide
(Mister Ed)
Stay in bed
I had a dream
We were sipping whisky neat
Highest floor, the Bowery
And I was high enough
Somewhere along the lines
We stopped seeing eye to eye
I had a dream we were sipping whiskey neat
Highest floor, The Bowery
Nowhere's high enough
Somewhere along the lines
We stopped seeing eye to eye
You
Spinning out coming down wide-awake at daybreak
I'm alone I hear the moans of the bastards of the bowery
Beat and bruised spent and used rotten in the apple
bum, bum, bum
Well, I'm a bum, bum, bum, bum
B-U-M, bum bum sha do be bowery
Well, I jump a lotta trains
And I seen a lotta towns
And well, I felt
to the Bowery
Down in Soho to the BronX
I put the fashion in Manhattan
With my cut off’s on
Soy latte with some Reishi
All the bars in candlelight
I’ll always be
Of those days out on the Bowery
On the Bowery
You told your friends that I didn't mean it
Oh it's a rude awakening
I can't keep up with what you've been
sunglasses he had
On stage at the Bowery Ballroom
Had he come to walk among
The Williamsburgers of his kingdom
And like the burghers of Calais
Will
Never met a man I didn't like
High fallutin' chant or bowery bum
Yes, I've come a long way
Down the pike
Never met a man I didn't like
Never
far away
From being little more than just a southern state
I got a gig down at the Bowery
I played for tip and watered drinks
Just a novice in
Help me hold my hair back
Walk me home 'cause I can't find a cab
And we dance down the bowery
Held hands like we were seventeen again
And then it's
everybody
I want to hear your voice up above
The crowd and the noise
Down in the Bowery
I hope you live long enough to forget
Half the stuff they
down on you
My cards are on the table, I'm here tonight
And I don't need anything from you
Down on the bowery, the changing lights
And I'll still be
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