The Sorrowful Edge Of Town

The Sorrowful Edge Of Town

By Paul McCann

Sorrowful Jones is who I am

but no one gives a damn ,

I’m just a man doing all I can

on the sorrowful edge  of town,

I won’t give up and I won’t look down,

I’ll keep my feet on the ground ,

I’m sticking it out and kicking around

on the  sorrowful edge of town  .

Dead end streets with no name

and the rain comes tumbling down,

I’m not grumbling about the things

that try to drag me down ,

there’s empty places and angry faces

that always wear a frown,

I’ll smile for a while even if I’m down

on the  sorrowful edge of town .

No one owns any of their homes

on the sorrowful edge of town ,

better to leave well enough alone

when the walls come falling down,

sorrowful jones is all skin and bones,

can’t afford the fare,

stay here for another day

on the sorrowful edge of town .

You’ll find me somewhere

crawling through rubble

trying to keep out of trouble ,,

On the sorrowful edge of town  

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