Black 47 - 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 come to this
Was it always in the cards
'Cause 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 Bleeker 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'
And 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

40 shades, 40 shades of blue blue blue
Oh Johnny Cash where are you now?
Where are you now I got such a need of you
Johnny Cash, the man in black
Where are you Johnny, I got such, such a need of you
Oh Johnny, I got up on these baby, I got [Incomprehensible]
St. Marks waiting for you, you, you, you
40, 40 shades, 40 shades of blue, blue, blue
40 shades