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.