The Shadows of Crescent Street

There's a house down by the riverbend
They call the Lantern's Glow
It's broken hearts a thousand times
And mine is one, I know

My mama worked her weary hands
She stitched the cloth with care
My father lost his waking hours
To cards and smoke-filled air

The only prize the drifter holds
Is a pack and ragged coat
And the only peace he ever finds
Is drowning in his throat

So mothers guard your daughters
And fathers guide your sons
Keep them far from hunger's pit
And the shadows of Crescent Street

The only prize the drifter holds
Is a pack and ragged coat
And the only peace he ever finds
Is drowning in his throat

Now one boot's on the platform edge
The other on the train
It pulls me back to Crescent Street
To wear that chain again

The only prize the drifter holds
Is a pack and ragged coat
And the only peace he ever finds
Is drowning in his throat

There's a house down by the riverbend
They call the Lantern's Glow
It swallowed up the best of me
And mine is one, I know