Manhattan — текст песни (Bob Seger)

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