End of the Line
Boot Black Parlor; hats are cleaned, for ladies and the gents,
Boot Black Parlor; hats are cleaned, for ladies and the gents,
Cigars and cigarettes are sold,
My legacies to you.
Union avenue; my home your tenement, from the ship of Roma we came,
Union avenue; my home your tenement, from the ship of Roma we came,
Only thirty-three years your great-grandmother,
Just true and deeply sad.
Dear son I do believe, I'll take my coffee now,
Dear son I do believe, I'll take my coffee now,
The hard truth I have to tell you,
It's the end of the line.
The young boy is a strong one, he has his mother's eyes,
The young boy is a strong one, he has his mother's eyes,
Take care of your bride my son,
The children will be fine.
Over there you will find, a pair of moroccan shoes,
Over there you will find, a pair of moroccan shoes,
A four leaf clover, a pair of dice,
Will now belong to you.
Dear son I do believe, I'll take my coffee now,
Dear son I do believe, I'll take my coffee now,
The hard truth I have to tell you,
It's the end of the line.
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