Paul And Storm - Gowanus Canal lyrics

Away down town, where the atmosphere is hazy From the smoke of all the factories ascending to the sky The smells, they are so horrid, it would almost set you crazy But I'm told in that neighborhood the people seldom die Way up on the "Slope" all of the people are complaining From the foul scented odors all their health is quickly waning And the smoke from the soft coal their linen it is staining When the wind blows that way from Gowan*s Can*l When the wind blows east, when the wind blows west Or when it's from the north or south, you never get a rest In summer or in winter, in the spring or in the fall You breathe the same old odors from Gowan*s Canawl In fabled "Darby's Patch," oh that muddy stream, it rises And down to sweet Gowan*s Bay it rushes with a roar Where barges and can*l boats and schooners of all sizes Are unloaded by Tom Hanley, the jolly stevedore The girls you find down there are all so winsome and so pretty And the boys they are so healthy; if not handsome, then they're witty And all of you know Farrell--"he'll be Mayor of Slob City"-- He's thriving on the odors of Gowan*s Can*l CHORUS