I can see her in the lamplight,
Red hair and kitten heels,
A cigarette smokes in her hand,
I know just how it feels.
I’d love to go and say hello,
And ask her for a drink,
But I’ve watched this dame for days and nights
And she’s hovering on the brink.
I was hired by her husband,
Who’s a low-down dirty rat,
But he’s got the folding green stuff,
And I’d like a bit of that.
To keep me in neat bourbon,
To help me pay the rent,
‘Cause I have to dodge the landlord,
And believe me, he’s no gent.
There’s a scar across his knuckles
From the last time that we met,
If he sees my empty hands again
I know just what I’ll get.
So I’m following this beauty,
‘Til I catch her with a guy,
And I get a coupla photos,
‘Cause a photo doesn’t lie.
As I pull my coat around me,
Dip my brim against the cold,
I can tell you guys this ain’t no life
When you’re starting to feel old.
I wish I had a woman,
Waiting home for me at night,
Who would cook for me and love me,
Keep me warm and treat me right.
But I’m scraping round these alleys,
Where nobody knows my name.
And I’m stuck out in the freezing night
Watching someone else’s dame.