I was a poor little kid in the lungs of New York

Like a motherless son of a bitch

Loaded on Ephedrine, looking for downers and coke

Like a sun that just wouldn't set out on the horizon

Singing and dancing to them night time songs

I took a train and I came up from Carolina

For I was looking for something to do

Nothing I found could ever quite occupy me

And with nothing to gain, there's always nothing to lose

Singing and dancing to them night time songs

Cry me a river till the morning comes

I should've died a hundred thousand times

Teetering, stoned off the side of building

Nobody loved me, and nobody ever tried

You can't hang on to something that won't stop moving

Singing and dancing to them night time songs

I got arrested down south for hitting a clerk

I spit in his face, the bastard knocked me out

He leered at my lady, and then he touched her face

Thank God, she had the money to bail me out

Singing and dancing to them night time songs

Cry me a river till the morning comes

Bar room boogie, just like in the movies

Go on put it to me, shake it till the rattles come off

Take me where the morning don't come

I had a dog named Jet when I was a kid

Until one day, he wandered off and died

One night I went in the yard, and I dug him up

And he laid in the box, just like a pile of bones

Singing and dancing to them night time songs

I used to get loaded, and baby, I'd drive your car

It seemed like there was always a cop

Coming up behind me, and following close as he could

Until eventually, he would just trail off

Loaded and cruising to them night time songs

Cry me a river till the morning comes

Bar room boogie, just like in the movies

Go on put it to me, shake it till the rattles come off

Take me where the morning won't come

I think I died a hundred thousand times

Mixing liquor with them mystery pills

Mystery pills and heroin mixed into cocaine

Face down, lyin' on the riverside

Most of my friends are married and making them babies

To most of them, I already died

And whatever it is about you I've always hated

Is something about myself I just couldn't hide

And I'm going, going, baby, I'm almost gone

So cry me a river to the other side of the morn

To where the morning won't come

To where the morning won't come

To where the morning won't come

To where the morning won't come

To where the morning won't come

To where the morning won't come

To where the morning won't come

To where the morning won't come