| Song | Philadelphia Boy |
| Artist | David Ford |
| Album | Charge |
| 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 |