Old man down, way down down, down by the docks of the city. Blind and dirty, asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee. I got no dime but I got some time to hear his story. My name is August West, and I love my Pearly Baker best more than my wine. More than my wine - more than my maker, though he`s no friend of mine.
Everyone said, I`d come to no good, I knew I would Pearly, believe them. Half of my life, I spent doin` time for some other fucker`s crime, The other half found me stumbling `round drunk on Burgundy wine.
But I`ll get back on my feet again someday, The good Lord willin`, if He says I may. I know that the life I`m livin`s no good, I`ll get a new start, live the life I should. I`ll get up and fly away, I`ll get up and fly away, fly away.
Pearly`s been true, true to me, true to my dyin` day he said, I said to him, I said to him, "I`m sure she`s been." I said to him, "I`m sure she`s been true to you."
Got up and wandered, wandered downtown, nowhere to go but just hang around. I`ve got a girl, named Bonnie Lee, I know that girl`s been true to me. I know she`s been, I`m sure she`s been true to me.
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