Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
Jack Hardy
[Verse 1]
The wind was blowin'
I could almost see the stars
City moon was lyin' low
I do believe she is scarred
There is a pain in this gloom
That caught me off guard
The fire of day is gone
And left the night charred
And the bums just sift through the ashes
[Chorus]
Open up your arms, big mama
I am all alone
New York, you're a mother
But you're home
To nine million hungry souls
Who would be lost without you
[Verse 2]
Misery is lost
Like the bricks on the street
Covered over
Like the rain cools the heat
Back in awhile
Like the cop on the beat
Who is polishin' his badge
So he seems to be neat
And not let the folks know he is nervous
[Chorus]
Open up your arms, big mama
I am all alone
New York, you're a mother
But you're home
To nine million hungry souls
Who'd be lost without you
[Verse 3]
Whoever told you
That a child feels no pain?
All that is left for him
Is to die or go insane
All my shame is for him
We made him a thief
Who says Hail Mary
Is different than Hail to the Chief?
But pity I reserve for his people
[Chorus]
Open up your arms, big mama
I am all alone
New York, you're a mother
But you're home
To nine million hungry souls
Who'd be lost without you
[Verse 4]
There ain't no more fair fights
There's just degrees of hate
There ain't no more forty-fives
Just cop thirty-eights
You'd move west again
Ha, but it's a little late
The west is movin' east again
I guess that cycle is fate
But workin' can also be called a habit
[Chorus]
Open up your arms, big mama
I am all alone
New York, you're a mother
But you're home
To nine million hungry souls
Who'd be lost without you (Here we go)
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 5]
Grandma taught Sunday school
With an Indiana soul
Played that broke church piano
With fingers made of gold
But on each Sunday
Ha, when she was down the road
Grandpa got to thinkin'
'Bout his children leavin' home
And took out a bottle of religion
[Chorus]
Open up your arms, big mama
I am all alone
New York, you're a mother
But you're home
To nine million hungry souls
Who'd be lost without you
Night On the Town was written by Jack Hardy.