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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fotheringay
Performer
Jerry Donahue
Electric Guitar
Trevor Lucas
Acoustic Guitar
Pat Donaldson
Bass Guitar
Gerry Conway
Drums
Sandy Denny
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fotheringay
Arranger
Jerry Donahue
Arranger
Trevor Lucas
Arranger
Pat Donaldson
Arranger
Gerry Conway
Arranger
Sandy Denny
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe Boyd
Producer
Songtexte
On the banks of the hudson, my love and i lay down
Just above 42nd street, while the rain was pouring down
When i covered her with kisses, the sparks lit up her eyes
We made love like mad angels, while the jersey trucks rolled by
She said "don't you ever leave me, oh for godsake don't let me down"
So i made her all kinds of promises about how i'd always be around
But the speed was rippin' through my head, i'd only one thing on my mind
So goodbye my love on 42nd Street, if i don't get out of here, i'm gonna die
On the banks of the hudson, my love and i lay down
Just one more midnight left to kill, then i'm outta new york town
I could feel the ice man closin' in, i could almost smell his gun
But that 20 grand i beat him out of would help me start again back home
And she said "don't you ever leave me, oh for godsake don't let me down
Then i thought about what they'd do to her when they found out i'd left town
But the fire was racin' through my brain, i'd only one thing on my mind
So goodbye my love on 42nd street, if i don't get out of here i'm gonna die
Don't say i should have stayed with her,
You don't know the full story about the girl
I only used her just as much as she used me
But sometimes you just gotta get out of new york city
On the banks of the hudson, my love and i lay down
Just above 42nd street, while the rain was pouring down
When I covered her with kisses, the sparks lit up her eyes
We made love like mad angels, while the jersey trucks rolled by
And she said "don't you ever leave me, oh for godsake don't let me down
But how could I ever take a black girl back to wexford town
Just then the streets of fire turned to blood, a yellow cadillac cruised by
And as i raced up 42nd street, the ice man shouted
"Hey paddy, it's time to die"
Writer(s): Traditional, Philip Kelsall
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