From the recording Staten Island Ferry Blues


Lady Liberty sat down beside me. She said, "Mister can you spare me a dime?"
Her clothes were rusted, her eyes were tired, her torch was smokin' like a funeral pyre.
She said, "Since he told me that he was leavin' I stopped believin' in the American Way."

All the lost souls ride the Staten Island Ferry, floatin' through the city lights.
Broken dreams dot the dark churnin' waters on a cold December night.

G.I.Joe went up in smoke. Now he's kickin' round in this dirty old town.
G.I.Jane can't explain where it went wrong or how it went down.


Blue eyed lady singin' to me, "when your luck runs out that's when you'll come around."