Black faces pressed against the glass where rain has leaned its weight
Windblown 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 gave me these late John Garfield blues

Midnight fell on Franklin Street and the lamp bulbs all were broke
For the life of me, I could not see but I heard a brand new joke
Two men werе standing upon a bridge, one jumped and scrеamed "you lose!"
And just left the odd man holding those late John Garfield blues

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 in the cold light of the moon
The horses scream, the nightmares dream, and the dead men all wear shoes
'Cause everybody's dancing these late John Garfield blues