Im down at the bowery, oh Lord oh Lord
Gonna tell you how I got here
First I gotta shoot some dice and win
So I can get my room again
It all started with a love so true and the angels flew
Higher than Ive ever been
With a sparkle in her face and her eyes and the butterflies
It all came rushing in
Buttercup, I lost my wife in 73
She took ill, she done died on me
And Ive nothing more to live for
So I packed up a bag and went
I just started wandering
I hid in the booze and the shadows of the night
I just started crumbling
Buttercup, I lost my wife in 73
She took ill, she done died on me
And Ive nothing more to live for
Oh, it just dont seem fair
I met her under a chandelier
And time and space changed from there
Buttercup, I lost my wife in 73
She took ill, she done died on me
Buttercup, I lost my wife in 73
She took ill, Lord she done died on me
And Ive nothing more to live for
And Ive nothing more to live for
And Ive nothing more to live for