Bowery

While the wolf had her fangs
Deep in my heart
Who’s been writing them songs
Who’s been singing

And who’s been listening
Blue eyes while you’ve been gone
That two dollar hat and them old black stockings
Down on the bowery

Hand in hand the full moon went walking
With blue eyes without me
And the tears used to sing ‘em
And the cold wind would blow ‘em

Down on the bowery
Broken hearts were the only things listening
And blue eyes, I heard everything
That two dollar hat and them old black stockings

Down on the bowery
Hand in hand the full moon went walking
With blue eyes without me 
With blue eyes without me