Drunken Nights In The City - Frankie Miller

I’ll tell you a story about a night in the town

It started off drinking and fighting

By the time a was through

I’d near worn out my shoes

I had visited every known dive

All the lights in the alley

Fall dim on the ground, When your trying to see your

Way home

And the all night ladies

In their perfume so fine

Won’t leave a poor boy alone

Well the paths of the gambler

Are kneeded too thin

When the cards are all spread on the floor

The six and the seven

I needed to win

And you can’t call the bluff any more

So you stand to your feet

And you figure discretely

The best way to pay what you owe

And she hands you a line

Tells you thanks for the time

'You might have brought brains to the show.'

Drunken nights on the city

Are showing their toes

They’ll take you for all that you owe

You can’t judge a book

And you can’t judge a crook

Down where the men, they can’t go

By early the next morning

I rose up to tight

My eyes were as red as the light

My pockets were empty

And so was my heart

And I promised to put things right

So I went to the preacher

I fell on my knees

I asked the preacher

To right all my wrongs

But he just shook his head

And looked sorry when he said

'You've been on the drink far too long'