Black faces pressed against the glassWhere rain has pressed its weightWind blown scarves in top down carsAll share o
ne western traitSadness leaks through tear stained cheeksFrom winos to dime store JewsProbably don't know they gave meThese
late John Garfield bluesMidnight fell on Franklin StreetAnd the lamppost bulbs were brokeFor the life of me, I could not s
eeBut I heard a brand new jokeTwo men were standing upon a bridgeOne jumped and screamed you loseAnd just left the odd man
holdingThose late John Garfield bluesAn old man sleeps with his conscience at nightA young kid sleeps with his dreamsWhil
e the mentally illSit perfectly stillAnd live through life's in-betweensI'm going away to the last resortIn a week or two
real soonWhere the fish don't biteBut once a nightBy the cold light of the moonThe horses screamThe nightmares dreamAnd
the dead men all wear shoesCause everybody's dancin'Those late John Garfield blues