Days of Pearly Spencer

A (Am)tenement, a dirty street
(Em)Walked and worn by shoeless feet
In (Am)silence long and so complete
Watched (C)by a shivering (G)sun

Old (Am)eyes in a small child's face
(Em)Watching as the shadows race
(Am)Through walls and cracks that leave no trace
And (C)daylight's brightness (G)shun

(Dm) (Em) The days of Pearly Spen(Am)cer
Ahh..(Dm)ahh (Em) the race is almost (Am)run

(Am)Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
(Em)Gazing as the swollen mass
On (Am)concrete fields where grows no grass
(C)Stumbles blindly (G)on

(Am)Iron trees smother the air
(Em)But, withering, they stand and stare
Through (Am)eyes that neither know nor care
(C)Where the grass has (G)gone

(Dm) (Em) The days of Pearly Spen(Am)cer
Ahh..(Dm)ahh (Em) the race is almost (Am)run

(Am)Pearly, where's your milk-white skin
(Em)What's that stubble on your chin
It's (Am)buried in the rotgut gin
You've (C)played and lost, not (G)won

(Am)You played a house that can't be beat
(Em)Now look, your head's bowed in defeat
You (Am)walked too far along the street
Where (C)only rats can (G)run

(Dm) (Em) The days of Pearly Spen(Am)cer
Ahh..(Dm)ahh (Em) the race is almost (Am)run

(Dm) (Em) The days of Pearly Spen(Am)cer
Ahh..(Dm)ahh (Em) the race is almost (Am)run