Wild Lemon

It's that time again

Wharf Rat

Old man down way down by the docks of the city

Blind and dirty, asks for 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 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 believed them

Half of my life I spent doin' time for some other fucker's crime

Other half found me stumbling around drunk on burgundy wine

But I'll get back on my feet someday

The good Lord willing if He says I may

'Cause I know the life I'm living's no good

I'll get a new start, live the life I should

I'll get up and fly away

Pearly's been true, true to me, true to my dying day he said

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 wondered, wondered downtown

Nowhere to go, just to hang around

I got a girl named Bonny Lee

I know that girl's been true to me

I know she's been I'm sure she's been true to me