Manhattan lyrics

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BOB SEGER lyrics : "Manhattan"

Shakey Davey's got a twelve gauge in his hand
It's sawed off to the limit
He's got a vague plan

There's this liquor store on Madison
There's another one down on Washington square
He's pretty sure no one's ever seen him

Down around there

The first one's birdshot the next four are double aught buck

The last one's a slug just for good luck
He's got his works in his pocket
He wants to score as soon as he's done

He can't wait to get straight to get long gone

He puts on his long coat scribbles off a short note

Sits himself down and waits for the sun to go down

It's right around midnight and there's still too damn many people on this street

He's walked all the way from Battery Park he's got sweaty hands and burnin' feet
He's desperate for a fix
His body's screamin' "Get me high"

He bursts through the door and lets one fly

Sunrise in the park and Davey's cold as stone

He got some bad merchandise and he was all alone
Two more unsolved mysteries a iot of paper pushed around
Most folks are just wakin' up in this great big town

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Writer(s): Bob Seger
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