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Black 47

Genres: Rock

Banks Of The Hudson Lyrics - Black 47

On the banks of the Hudson 

My love and I lay down 

Just above 42nd Street 

While the rain was pouring down 

 

When I covered her with kisses 

The sparks lit up her eyes 

We made love like mad angels 

While the Jersey trucks rolled by 

 

She said, "Don't you ever leave me 

Oh, for god sake don't let me down" 

So I made her all kinds of promises 

About how I'd always be around 

 

But the speed was rippin' through my head 

I'd only one thing on my mind 

So goodbye my love on 42nd street 

If I don't get out of here, I'm gonna die 

 

On the banks of the Hudson 

My love and I lay down 

Just one more midnight left to kill 

Then I'm outta New York town 

 

I could feel the ice man closin' in 

I could almost smell his gun 

But that 20 grand I beat him out of 

Would help me start again back home 

 

And she said, "Don't you ever leave me 

Oh, for god sake don't let me down 

Then I thought about what they'd do to her 

When they found out I'd left town 

 

But the fire was racin' through my brain 

I'd only one thing on my mind 

So goodbye my love on 42nd Street 

If I don't get out of here, I'm gonna die 

 

Don't say I should have stayed with her 

You don't know the full story about the girl 

I only used her just as much as she used me 

But sometimes you just gotta get out of New York City 

 

On the banks of the Hudson 

My love and I lay down 

Just above 42nd street 

While the rain was pouring down 

 

When I covered her with kisses 

The sparks lit up her eyes 

We made love like mad angels 

While the Jersey trucks rolled by 

 

And she said, "Don't you ever leave me 

Oh, for god sake don't let me down" 

But how could I ever take 

A black girl back to Wexford town 

 

Just then the streets of fire turned to blood 

A yellow Cadillac cruised by 

And as I raced up 42nd Street 

The ice man shouted, "Hey Paddy, it's time to die" 

 

It's time to 

It's time to 

It's time to 

... 

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