Singin' in New York

my savior, this city, my comfort, her pity or so i hoped. my heartache, my hard luck, my war time, my struggle that noone knows. in the allys where i sleep i beg and beg for the food i eat all the pain and the hurt in your gut where it burns every man here is just like me. the wind blowin round the snow makes a man freeze straight to the bone so i drink and drink and i try not to think of the people i lost at home these six strings im playin these songs im singin keep me alive. these strangers that curse me the hero they dont see just waiting to die i aint the man that i used to be i feel the city as its crushing me i am losin ground on these empty streets new york town has got the best of me the southern ground where my mamma sleeps she found death and she found peace theres an empty grave next to where she lay thats where im supposed to be. i beg and i plead for her god to hear me hes just a coward just a theif i pray and i pray for him to answer me i hear nothing i hear nothing i beg and i plead for her god to hear me i hear nothin i hear nothin