Singin' New York Town

my saviour, this city. my comfort, her pity. or so i hoped. my heartache, my hard luck, my war time, my struggle that no one knows. in the alleys 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 i drink and i try not to think of all the people i lost at home. these six strings i'm playin' and these songs i'm singin' keep me alive. these strangers that curse me, the hero they don't see, just waitin' to die. i ain't the man i used to be, i feel the city as it's crushin' me. i am losin' ground on these city streets, new york town has got the best of me. the southern ground where my momma sleeps, she found death and she found peace. there's an empty grave next to where she lay, the where i'm supposed to be. i beg and i plead for her god to hear me, he's just a coward, and a thief. i pray and i pray, if he is there to answer me, but i hear nothin'.