"...The word was comin’ down, down on Lonely Street.
That the bad man was a dead man if he crossed my trail.
Every night I’d walk up and down this Lonely Street.
I get stinkin’ drunk, and always in jail.
One night they threw me in with a man they called the mangler, he was caught on the street makin’ some old whore.
I remember he was quite proud of that,,,So half-crazed I shot him,
And I cried in the blood on that jailhouse floor..."
KANSAS, "Lonely Street"- Song for America
That the bad man was a dead man if he crossed my trail.
Every night I’d walk up and down this Lonely Street.
I get stinkin’ drunk, and always in jail.
One night they threw me in with a man they called the mangler, he was caught on the street makin’ some old whore.
I remember he was quite proud of that,,,So half-crazed I shot him,
And I cried in the blood on that jailhouse floor..."
KANSAS, "Lonely Street"- Song for America