Bowery
by Bill Callahan
From the album: Rough Travel for a Rare Thing
Track 3 of 11 on Rough Travel for a Rare Thing (2010).
Duration: 5:58
Lyrics for Bowery
My grandfather died A Bowery bum My grandfather died The son of an Irishman On the Bowery Oh, on the Bowery My father tried To find his bones And to his trials I added my own On the Bowery Oh, on the Bowery Well I'm new here Where can a fella eat? I'm new here Where can a fella sleep? I'm new here and I've got a pit in my gut On the Bowery Wait down on the Bowery On the Bowery Oh, on the Bowery My grandfather left My father twice Second time was on his wife's advice Straight back to the Bowery Straight back to the Bowery And when he came up from the river of methadone He took his last breath on the Bowery He took his last breath on the Bowery On the Bowey Oh, on the Bowery