47 Black - 40 Shades Of Blue lyrics

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Oh it's midnight on the Bowery and your feet are soakin' wet <br />

And you've drank your last brass farthin' <br />

You'd sell your soul for a cigarette <br />

And the sounds from CBGB's are comfortin' to you <br />

Then you think of the green fields of Ireland <br />

And you feel 40 shades of blue <br />

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Ah you're back on the drink since September <br />

And your head feels like a sieve <br />

And you know that you're goin' from bad to worse <br />

But you just don't give a shit <br />

And the hymns from the Sally Army sound heavenly and true <br />

Then you think of your friends and your family <br />

And you feel 40 shades of blue <br />

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Ah you've got a great future behind you <br />

But you're goin' nowhere fast <br />

Just up and down the Bowery from Canal Street to old St Marks <br />

And you wonder what she's up to now <br />

Did she really find somebody new <br />

Ah how the hell could she just walk out like that <br />

On your 40 shades of blue <br />

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And you wonder how it came to this <br />

Was it always in the cards <br />

Coz workin' is for idiots <br />

And you love the smell of bars <br />

And the letters that you sent back home <br />

Were full of all the things you'd done <br />

But they don't say you're down there on Bleecker Street <br />

With your hand out on the bum <br />

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Now the dawn's comin' up on the Bowery <br />

And you're heartsick and soakin' wet <br />

With your tongue hangin' out for some Irish Rose <br />

You'd sell your soul for a cigarette <br />

"And someday I'm gonna give up this drinkin' <br />

But then maybe someday I'll win the lottery too <br />

Then I'll go back home to old Wexford Town <br />

And paint her 40 shades of blue"