In Scarlet Town, where I was born
There's ivy leaf and silver thorn
The streets have names that you can't pronounce
Gold is down to a quarter of an ounce
The music starts and the people sway
Everybody says, "Are you going my way?"
Uncle Tom still workin' for Uncle Bill
Scarlet Town is under the hill.
Scarlet Town in the month of May
Sweet William Holme on his deathbed lay
Mistress Mary by the side of the bed
Kissin' his face and puttin' prayers on his head
So brave and true, so gentle is he
I'll weep for him as he would weep for me
Little Boy Blue come your blow horn
In Scarlet Town, where I was born
Scarlet Town, in the hot noon hours,
There's palm-leaf shadows and scattered flowers
Beggars crouching at the gate
wonders
wishes
white
whiskey
under
touched
thorn
there
world
stone
still
staying
streets
starts
slabs
shadows
scattered
scarlet
pronounce
walnut
prayers
platter
yellow
floor
fields
fight
descends
flowers
right
crime
quarter
brave
crouching
clear
would
beggars
beauty
glorified
black
gentle
ounce
going
where
deathbed
beautiful
blows
uncle
things
sweet
people
brown
mistress
music
night
amends
william
making
whore
forms
stayed
front
garment
groves
heart
hours
human
humble
heaven
little
silver
drive
everybody
month
chested
chilly
junkie
while
their
known
seven
maplewood
smile
names
comes
marble
morphine
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