Текст песни Bob Seger - Manhattan
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Shakey Davey`s got a twelve gauge in his handIt`s sawed off to the limitHe`s got a vague planThere`s this liquor store on MadisonThere`s another one down on Washington squareHe`s pretty sure no one`s ever seen himDown around thereThe first one`s birdshot the next four are double aught buckThe last one`s a slug just for good luckHe`s got his works in his pocketHe wants to score as soon as he`s doneHe can`t wait to get straight to get long goneHe puts on his long coat scribbles off a short noteSits himself down and waits for the sun to go downIt`s right around midnight and there`s still too damn many people on this streetHe`s walked all the way from Battery Park he`s got sweaty hands and burnin` feetHe`s desperate for a fixHis body`s screamin` "Get me high"He bursts through the door and lets one flySunrise in the park and Davey`s cold as stoneHe got some bad merchandise and he was all aloneTwo more unsolved mysteries a iot of paper pushed aroundMost folks are just wakin` up in this great big town