Black faces pressed against the glass Where rain has pressed it's weight Wind blown scarves in top down cars All share one western trait Sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks From winos to dime-store Jews Probably don't know they give me These late John Garfield blues Midnight fell on Franklin Street And the lamppost bulbs were broke For the life of me, I could not see But I heard a brand new joke Two men were standing upon a bridge One jumped and screamed you lose And just left the odd man holding Those late John Garfield blues I'm going away to the last resort In a week or two, real soon Where the fish don't bite but once a night By the cold light of the moon The horses scream the nightmares dream And the dead men all wear shoes 'Cause everybody's dancin' Those late John Garfield blues