No we don't do much talkin' down here on the Row you might call us the Silent Kind But the only time we do much talkin' is when we need a dime or two for wine But if you could only hear when our mind talks to our soul My God friend you'd hear stories that's never been told Some words so sad that a voice couldn't even speak of 'em Just to think of makes your body tremble and your heart weaken Why there's been here in these alleys that we call the Silent Kind That find love and happiness in one little bottle of wine No we don't talk much here in the alley when we do it's usually lies Like hey Mister I was once like you had a lot of money a home and family Could you sapre me a quarter to get me a bowl of soap Then take the quarter buy another bottle of wine And slip back to the alley and join the silent kindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
