South of the City

Well I hope you had a good ride To the south of the city Hope you rest not impeded Like we did last week When you bunk in my bed Our dreams seem much sweeter And that's where I'll meet her When she's gone from me In the morning the laundry She took to the basement And me to the pavement Our breakfast to bring She spoke of the war She being the scholar And me from the holler We all want the same Oh let 'er down easy boy Fast as you can You'd hurt her somehow You'd hurt her somehow Well I'm sorry my pumpkin But we ain't good for nothing And you ain't into lovin' What a foolish ideal I worry my friends with This that and the other 'Specially my brother Who just wants to feel Well crowded and jaded We both left the corner And into the winter Our work in the can Not growing for nothing Our love was just basil Up under the table The fool I am Oh let 'er down easy boy Fast as you can You'd hurt her somehow You'd hurt her somehow Oh let 'er down easy boy Fast as you can You'd hurt her somehow You'd hurt her somehow