Song: The City Where I Died

Walkin' through the streets
of the city where I died.

I knew I was in trouble,
but I thought I'd let it slide.

Death wore menthol sneakers
and had a coffee glide.

He was quite determined
I was occupied.

...So I died,.

Tried to get to heaven
with my conscience as my guide.

Had my bible and my missal
and my Red Book at my side.

But the SEPTA bus don't go that far
and I didn't have a ride.

So they sent me back to Detroit
and that's how come you find

me walking through the streets
of the city I was born

...home sweet home

And that's how come you find me
knockin' at your door

You don't have to love me
just hide me from the storm

Old Lover, take a look at me,
I'm broke and cold and sore.

See the boatman took my money
and he hit me with his oar.

I know you have a husband
and you'd rather see me gone.

I know my breath is bitter
I know my flesh is tore

But will you close the door on me
and send me out for more

Walkin' through the streets
of the city I was born?

How can you close the door on me
and send me out tonight

Walkin' through the streets
of the city where I died?

~1981