Song | Philadelphia Boy |
Artist | David Ford |
Album | Charge |
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Across the old Delaware I fell apart | |
In the city of brotherly love | |
And the winter bit hard through the holes in my jacket | |
And my thoughts lean toward giving up | |
See, I’ve been a wanderer and it’s been some time | |
Since I’ve found somewhere I could belong | |
‘Til a cold wind on Walnut Street whistled in the trees | |
And it sounded to me like a song | |
Said: “when you’re down and you’re out | |
And don’t remember the feeling of joy | |
You can lean on me, brother, | |
I won’t let you fall | |
Not while I’m a Philadelphia boy | |
Oh Lord, not while I’m a Philadelphia boy” | |
I took a walk through the city | |
I bumped shoulders with strangers | |
The sinners, the saints and the thieves | |
I looked in faces befitting a cynical age | |
But we so desperately want to believe | |
And when I needed a doctor and a brother and a friend | |
Turn out I wasn’t so far from my home | |
‘Cause sweet Philadelphia opened her arms | |
Took me in like I was one of her own | |
Said: “when you’re down and you’re out | |
And don’t remember the feeling of joy | |
You can lean on me, brother, | |
I won’t let you fall | |
Not while I’m a Philadelphia boy | |
Oh Lord, not while I’m a Philadelphia boy” | |
Just a rounder in need of a home | |
And a brother who won’t let me go | |
Benny Franklin’s an old friend you know | |
It’s not just some face on a hundred dollar bill | |
He’s my old Philadelphia boy | |
Oh Lord, he’s a good old Philadelphia boy | |
No I wasn’t raised Christian | |
Oh but I was raised good | |
I never looked to no heavens above | |
But my wretched old soul is in safe hands tonight | |
In the city of brotherly love | |
So I’ll be out for a slice at Lorenzo’s tonight | |
With a poker chip tight in my hand | |
If you need a ride I’ll be parked right outside | |
If you need a brother – well I’m your man | |
‘Cause when you’re down and you’re out | |
And don’t remember the feeling of joy | |
You can lean on me, brother, | |
I won’t let you fall | |
Not while I’m a Philadelphia boy | |
Oh Lord, not while I’m a Philadelphia boy | |
Oh Lord, not while I’m a Philadelphia boy |
Across the old Delaware I fell apart | |
In the city of brotherly love | |
And the winter bit hard through the holes in my jacket | |
And my thoughts lean toward giving up | |
See, I' ve been a wanderer and it' s been some time | |
Since I' ve found somewhere I could belong | |
' Til a cold wind on Walnut Street whistled in the trees | |
And it sounded to me like a song | |
Said: " when you' re down and you' re out | |
And don' t remember the feeling of joy | |
You can lean on me, brother, | |
I won' t let you fall | |
Not while I' m a Philadelphia boy | |
Oh Lord, not while I' m a Philadelphia boy" | |
I took a walk through the city | |
I bumped shoulders with strangers | |
The sinners, the saints and the thieves | |
I looked in faces befitting a cynical age | |
But we so desperately want to believe | |
And when I needed a doctor and a brother and a friend | |
Turn out I wasn' t so far from my home | |
' Cause sweet Philadelphia opened her arms | |
Took me in like I was one of her own | |
Said: " when you' re down and you' re out | |
And don' t remember the feeling of joy | |
You can lean on me, brother, | |
I won' t let you fall | |
Not while I' m a Philadelphia boy | |
Oh Lord, not while I' m a Philadelphia boy" | |
Just a rounder in need of a home | |
And a brother who won' t let me go | |
Benny Franklin' s an old friend you know | |
It' s not just some face on a hundred dollar bill | |
He' s my old Philadelphia boy | |
Oh Lord, he' s a good old Philadelphia boy | |
No I wasn' t raised Christian | |
Oh but I was raised good | |
I never looked to no heavens above | |
But my wretched old soul is in safe hands tonight | |
In the city of brotherly love | |
So I' ll be out for a slice at Lorenzo' s tonight | |
With a poker chip tight in my hand | |
If you need a ride I' ll be parked right outside | |
If you need a brother well I' m your man | |
' Cause when you' re down and you' re out | |
And don' t remember the feeling of joy | |
You can lean on me, brother, | |
I won' t let you fall | |
Not while I' m a Philadelphia boy | |
Oh Lord, not while I' m a Philadelphia boy | |
Oh Lord, not while I' m a Philadelphia boy |
Across the old Delaware I fell apart | |
In the city of brotherly love | |
And the winter bit hard through the holes in my jacket | |
And my thoughts lean toward giving up | |
See, I' ve been a wanderer and it' s been some time | |
Since I' ve found somewhere I could belong | |
' Til a cold wind on Walnut Street whistled in the trees | |
And it sounded to me like a song | |
Said: " when you' re down and you' re out | |
And don' t remember the feeling of joy | |
You can lean on me, brother, | |
I won' t let you fall | |
Not while I' m a Philadelphia boy | |
Oh Lord, not while I' m a Philadelphia boy" | |
I took a walk through the city | |
I bumped shoulders with strangers | |
The sinners, the saints and the thieves | |
I looked in faces befitting a cynical age | |
But we so desperately want to believe | |
And when I needed a doctor and a brother and a friend | |
Turn out I wasn' t so far from my home | |
' Cause sweet Philadelphia opened her arms | |
Took me in like I was one of her own | |
Said: " when you' re down and you' re out | |
And don' t remember the feeling of joy | |
You can lean on me, brother, | |
I won' t let you fall | |
Not while I' m a Philadelphia boy | |
Oh Lord, not while I' m a Philadelphia boy" | |
Just a rounder in need of a home | |
And a brother who won' t let me go | |
Benny Franklin' s an old friend you know | |
It' s not just some face on a hundred dollar bill | |
He' s my old Philadelphia boy | |
Oh Lord, he' s a good old Philadelphia boy | |
No I wasn' t raised Christian | |
Oh but I was raised good | |
I never looked to no heavens above | |
But my wretched old soul is in safe hands tonight | |
In the city of brotherly love | |
So I' ll be out for a slice at Lorenzo' s tonight | |
With a poker chip tight in my hand | |
If you need a ride I' ll be parked right outside | |
If you need a brother well I' m your man | |
' Cause when you' re down and you' re out | |
And don' t remember the feeling of joy | |
You can lean on me, brother, | |
I won' t let you fall | |
Not while I' m a Philadelphia boy | |
Oh Lord, not while I' m a Philadelphia boy | |
Oh Lord, not while I' m a Philadelphia boy |