Black Rose Lyrics - Home Of The Brave - Black 47

Mister Frankie Diamond was my best friend 

We were partners in a business down on C and 7th 

Nothin' ever got this good brother down 

He was a real live wire in an electric town 

Frankie started hangin' with an uptown girl 

A Harlem lady in the social whirl 

On Saturday night he'd put on his best clothes 

And go out steppin' with his Black Rose 

Now Frankie went upstate for a couple of years 

A guest of the nation and he was in tears 

He called me up, he said, "Hey friend of mine 

I got one favor to ask you while I'm doin' my time" 

She's the Queen of New York City 

She bewitch all men soul 

She the blood that flow right through me 

So don't be messin' with my Black Rose 

Keep your hands off my Black Rose 

My Black Rose, he don't own ya 

While Frankie was upstate, his Harlem girl 

Continued to spiral in her social whirl 

So I paged her from my gig on East 7th I said 

"Hey, babe, you doin' anythin' 'round about 11?" 

She said, "Uh uh", in her uptown voice 

So we met at Beirut for cocktails and ice 

When she crossed that room in her tight red dress 

I wasn't thinkin' of Frankie, I have to confess 

She said, "Hey, best friend, let's go back to my place 

I need to fix my mascara and remodel my face" 

But it rained on the way back to her house 

And when she closed the door she took off her blouse 

She's the Queen of New York City 

She bewitch all men soul 

Next thing I know, I'm whisperin' sweet nothin's 

Lyin' in bed with my Black Rose 

I'm makin' love to my Black 

My Black Rose, he don't own ya 

So stay with me tonight 

At nights I'd lie there and listen to her breathe 

With the sweat on my brow 

How could she sleep 

So deep, so sweet, as calm as a rock 

While I pushed back the seconds oozing from the clock 

Now the letters I wrote Frankie returned unread 

The word leaked out, I'd be better off dead 

But in the crimson dawn, Black Rose would unfold 

And drain all the poison from my soul 

Now I'm standin' up here on forty deuce 

Another terminal man waitin' for his bus 

Here come Frankie with his head all shaved 

Is that a piece in his pocket or is it a blade 

Now I'm lyin' face down in the terminal dirt 

With a hole in my chest, but I don't feel no hurt 

I don't wanna go to heaven, I been there before 

Just spent two years in paradise with my Black Rose 

She's the Queen of New York City 

She bewitch all men soul 

When you go and find her body 

Bury me next to my Black Rose 

Still in love with my Black Rose 

She's up in heaven now, my Black Rose 

You won't be makin' love to my Black 

My Black Rose, he don't own ya 

So stay with me tonight, for the rest of your life 

Roisin Dubh, me no can get over you 

A time is in me mind no matter what I do 

Roisin Dubh me no can get over you 

Now Frankie comin' back and I know that I am through 

Mister Frankie Diamond tell me do the right thing 

Watch his girl while he away at Sing Sing 

But me and Rosie, we have a little fling 

Now Frankie comin' home, wicked trouble it will bring 

Wicked trouble it will bring, Lord have mercy