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(Steve Walsh / Dave Hope / Richard Williams / Phil Ehart)



Sometimes when I`m walking down this lonely street,

Well, it sure don`t seem like twenty years,

Since I went walking down this lonely street

And the smell of perfumed ladies filled the air



This street ain`t got no name, dead end is in the river,

And I lived where I hated life day by day,

There wasn`t nothing I could do to shake a cold night shiver,

`Cause to move up Lonely Street you had to have some say



Gambling is bad luck down on Lonely Street

And it sure ain`t no place to be when a man gets sore

You know I killed a man and I paid all I can,

With twenty years on a chain gang,

For the flesh and the blood on that jailhouse floor



Sometimes when I`m walking down this lonely street

I get caught up in a dream that won`t let me go

And as the bright lights flash up and down this lonely street

My mind rolls back the years long time ago



I see my baby stumblin` around with tears in her eyes

And as I reach out for her she falls on the floor

She mumbles through bloody lips about a bad man, robber, raper,

And in my gut I know I got one to score



The word was comin` down, down on Lonely Street

That the bad man was a dead man if he crossed my trail

Every night I`d walk up and down this Lonely Street

I get stinkin` drunk, and always in jail,

One night they threw me in with a man they called the mangler

He was caught on the street makin` some old whore,

I remember he was quite proud of that,

So half-crazed I shot him,

And I cried in the blood on that jailhouse floor.

(Steve Walsh / Dave Hope / Richard Williams / Phil Ehart)



Sometimes when I`m walking down this lonely street,

Well, it sure don`t seem like twenty years,

Since I went walking down this lonely street

And the smell of perfumed ladies filled the air



This street ain`t got no name, dead end is in the river,

And I lived where I hated life day by day,

There wasn`t nothing I could do to shake a cold night shiver,

`Cause to move up Lonely Street you had to have some say



Gambling is bad luck down on Lonely Street

And it sure ain`t no place to be when a man gets sore

You know I killed a man and I paid all I can,

With twenty years on a chain gang,

For the flesh and the blood on that jailhouse floor



Sometimes when I`m walking down this lonely street

I get caught up in a dream that won`t let me go

And as the bright lights flash up and down this lonely street

My mind rolls back the years long time ago



I see my baby stumblin` around with tears in her eyes

And as I reach out for her she falls on the floor

She mumbles through bloody lips about a bad man, robber, raper,

And in my gut I know I got one to score



The word was comin` down, down on Lonely Street

That the bad man was a dead man if he crossed my trail

Every night I`d walk up and down this Lonely Street

I get stinkin` drunk, and always in jail,

One night they threw me in with a man they called the mangler

He was caught on the street makin` some old whore,

I remember he was quite proud of that,

So half-crazed I shot him,

And I cried in the blood on that jailhouse floor.

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