47 Black 40 Shades Of Blue Lyrics

40 Shades Of Blue Lyrics

Oh it's midnight on the Bowery and your feet are soakin' wet 
And you've
drank your last brass farthin' 
You'd sell your soul for a cigarette 
And
the sounds from CBGB's are comfortin' to you 
Then you think of the green
fields of Ireland 
And you feel 40 shades of blue 

Ah you're back on
the drink since September 
And your head feels like a sieve 
And you know
that you're goin' from bad to worse 
But you just don't give a shit 
And
the hymns from the Sally Army sound heavenly and true 
Then you think of
your friends and your family 
And you feel 40 shades of blue 

Ah
you've got a great future behind you 
But you're goin' nowhere fast 
Just
up and down the Bowery from Canal Street to old St Marks 
And you wonder what
she's up to now 
Did she really find somebody new 
Ah how the hell could
she just walk out like that 
On your 40 shades of blue 

And you
wonder how it came to this 
Was it always in the cards 
Coz workin' is
for idiots 
And you love the smell of bars 
And the letters that you sent
back home 
Were full of all the things you'd done 
But they don't say
you're down there on Bleecker Street 
With your hand out on the bum


Now the dawn's comin' up on the Bowery 
And you're heartsick and
soakin' wet 
With your tongue hangin' out for some Irish Rose 
You'd sell
your soul for a cigarette 
"And someday I'm gonna give up this drinkin'

But then maybe someday I'll win the lottery too 
Then I'll go back home
to old Wexford Town 
And paint her 40 shades of blue"