Sitting by a broken window Up in a back room swallowing wine Gazing down a backstreet garden With my bed chair table and wine Looks like I’m going no where but no where’s where I am Guess I’ll always be a backstreet broken man Oooh broken man, oh yeah, broken man
Calling out my name and number As I was walking out of my cell Louie gave me back my wallet He nearly dropped my picture of nell Drinking gets you nowhere but nowhere’s where I am Guess I’ll always be a backstreet broken man Oooh broken man, oh yeah, backstreet broken man
Early on a sunday morning As I was walking on down the lane Someone said, I beg your pardon And I was sure I knew her name She was going somewhere but nowhere’s where I ran Guess I’ll always be a backstreet broken man Oooh that’s where I am Guess I’m gonna stay a backstreet broken man
