from them hollering mines
just a victim of the time
just what you had in mind
Now my plan don't offer sympathy
I ain't cleaning up my act,
I ain't had much in life,
And it's just like my heart,
that son -of -a -bitch is empty
And it's just like my heart,
that son -of -a -bitch is empty
Tell them all I live in Brooklyn
Take my gun, take the last of my chain
I don't need where I'm going,
That devil's waiting for me,
list the sins that he's made
My good fortune's run out
and there's a tab that I can't pay
My good fortune's run out
and there's a tab that I can't pay
My good fortune's run out
and there's a tab that I can't pay
The kiss you give so sweetly,
I can feel you on my lips
The warmth of bourbon whiskey,
like the heat between your hips
You're coursing through my veins,
you're the captain of this ship
As you lay me down to rest,
spare me what's left of my heart
when you take off your disguise
The devil's clothes you wear
And as you come, there's no surprise
It's a chained love I made now
Just these old sorry bones
left to soak in gin and rye
Just these old sorry bones
left to soak in gin and rye
Just these old sorry bones