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Stan Ridgway

Genres: Rock

Stormy Side Of Town Lyrics - Stan Ridgway

The tires roll the gutters and you can hear the beer cans crunch 

Two ladies sit together on a park bench, feed the pigeons, and eat lunch 

And the window's always broken and the corner has a street light that's burnt out 

And everyone walks away when the cops drive by, roll down their windows, and shout 

So if you're wonderin' where the trouble starts when you hear the sirens sound 

It's where the trouble always endson the stormy side of town 

Where it keeps rainin' all the time 

 

Now there's a young girl leanin' on the fender of a long black car 

And a man built like a buddhaused to box, and now he works at paintin' tar 

And the kids play in the streets, while their parents stick their fingers in the fans 

And the trash is piled up high by the bus stop where the riders wait and stand 

And everyone has said the big show-off doesn't seem to be around 

And no one asks for names or business cards on the stormy side of town 

Where it keeps rainin' all the time 

 

Chorus: 

On the stormy side of town 

It's rainin' all the time 

On the stormy side of town 

It's rainin' all the time 

On the stormy side of town 

It's rainin' all the time 

On the stormy side of town 

 

And all the empty eyes that don't look up 

Still say it every time 

"You've got your job, and I've got mine" 

 

Shadows from the buildings creep along the parking cars 

While the women spank their babies and the old men just drink all day in bars 

And the people that "never see it" always end up as the ones who've seen it all 

And the liquor store is crowded, while an empty phone booth rings another call 

And the hills that used to all seem green now look an ugly brown 

And no one ever found any movie stars on the stormy side of town 

Where it keeps rainin' all the time 

 

Chorus repeat 

So bring a bottle and a paper bag 

And expect to pass it all around 

And last one out's a rotten egg 

On the stormy side of town