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When everything you own |
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Will fit in a paper sack |
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And no one notice you leavin' |
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Nobody ask you when you comin' back |
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You live in a rented room |
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Your money run out too soon |
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You've pawned all your hopes |
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Bummed all your smokes |
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And you leave by the quarter moon |
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Quarter moon better than none |
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When you travel the night road |
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Quarter moon better than none |
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When you carry a light load |
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And every Bowery bum |
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You know was somebody's mother's son |
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And he never mean to hurt nobody |
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Just a-drink' to have his fun |
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Drinkin' away the good times |
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Drinkin' away the bad |
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And nobody know where the poor man go |
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When he lose everything that he had |
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Quarter moon better than none |
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When you travel the night road |
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Quarter moon better than none |
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When you carry a light load |
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And every man in the mission tonight |
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Is dreamin' whiskey shadows |
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Where heaven is lined with bottles of wine |
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And deep sparklin' meadows |
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When everything you own |
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Will fit in a paper sack |
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And no one noticed your leavin' |
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Nobody asked you when you comin' back babe |
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You live in a rented room |
|
Your money run out too soon |
|
You've pawned all your hopes |
|
Bummed all your smokes |
|
And you leave by the quarter moon |
|
Quarter moon better than none |
|
When you travel the night road |
|
Quarter moon better than none |
|
When you carry a light load |
|
Quarter moon better than none |
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Quarter moon better than none |
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Quarter moon better than none |
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When you travel the night road |
