Songtexte The Bowery - The White Buffalo
Well,
I'm
down
at
the
Bowery,
oh
Lord,
oh
Lord
I'm
gonna
tell
ya
how
I
got
here
First
I
gotta
shoot
some
dice
and
win
So
I
can
get
my
room
again
But
it
all
started
with
a
love
so
true
and
the
angels
flew
Higher
than
I'd
ever
been
With
a
sparkle
in
her
face
and
her
eyes
and
the
butterfly
It
all
came
rushing
in
A
buttercup
I
lost
my
wife
in
'73
She
took
ill,
she
done
died
on
me
Now
I've
got
nothing
more
to
live
for
So
I
packed
up
a
bag
and
went
I
just
started
wanderin'
But
I
hid
in
the
booze
and
the
shadows
of
the
night
I
just
started
crumblin'
A
buttercup
I
lost
my
wife
in
'73
She
took
ill,
she
done
died
on
me
Now
I've
got
nothing
more
to
live
for
Oh,
it
just
don't
seem
fair
But
I
met
her
under
a
chandelier
And
time
and
space
changed
from
there
A
buttercup
I
lost
my
wife
in
'73
She
took
ill,
she
done
died
on
me
A
buttercup
I
lost
my
wife
in
'73
She
took
ill,
she
done
died
on
me
And
I've
got
nothing
more
to
live
for
And
I've
got
nothing
more
to
live
for
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