Drunken Nights in the City Whitey Morgan and the 78's

I'll tell you a story about a night on the town
Started off drinking at five
By the time I was through
I'd near worn out my shoes
And visited every known dive

All the lights in the alley
Fall dim on the ground
When you're trying to see your way home
And the all night ladies
In their perfume so fine
Yeah, won't leave a poor boy alone

Drunken nights in the city
Showin' their toe
They'll take you for more than you know
You can't judge a book
And you can't trust a crook
Down where the neon lights glow

Early next morning I rose up so bad
My eyes were as red as the light
My pockets were empty, so was my heart
I promised to put things right
I went down to the preacher, fell on my knees
Asked the preacher to right all the wrongs
But he just shoke his head, looked sorry when he said
"Son, you been on them streets far too long"