The Late John Garfiled Blues Songtext
von John Prine

Black faces pressed against the glass
While rain has pressed it′s weight
Wind blown scarves in top down cars
All share one western trait

Sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks
From winos to dime-store Jews
Probably don't know they give me
These late John Garfield blues

Midnight fell on Franklin Street
And the lamppost bulbs were broke
For the life of me, I could not see
But I heard a brand new joke


Two men were standing upon a bridge
One jumped and screamed you lose
And just left the odd man holding
Those late John Garfield blues

Old man sleeps with his conscience at night
Young kid sleeps with his dream
While the mentally ill sit perfectly still
And live through life′s in-betweens

I'm going away to the last resort
In a week or two, real soon
Where the fish don't bite but once a night
By the cold light of the moon

The horses scream the nightmares dream
And the dead men all wear shoes
′Cause everybody′s dancing
Those late John Garfield blues