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Letra actual de la canción
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 /><br />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 /><br />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 /><br />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 /><br />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"
Letra nueva de la canción
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 /><br />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 /><br />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 /><br />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 /><br />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"
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