There was
a big cloud hanging round
Outside of the Concord Lounge
The night of fashion played
in a frightened hand
Turned his world upside down
He was tried and was convicted,
and was sentenced for to die
But the night before they sent out
for his darling angel eyes
She could not write a letter,
for she had no word at all
So they left them both again,
and waited outside in the hall
Come on and lay down by my side
For what may be the last time
I want to taste your lips of cherry wine
My darling angel wife
I will work the graveyard shift
Put my back out in the sun
If I cannot do what I must do
I'm do all I have to
Oh, she did not write a letter,
or she had no word to call
They left her to her then,
both together on the mall
Come on, lay down by my side,
or maybe it'll be last time
I want to taste your lips of cherry wine,
my darling angel eyes
I would have worked hard
and saved my dough
But we could move back
north to Baltimore
But it's too, too late for that, I know
My darling ancient vice
You