Sara Watkins - The Late John Garfield Blues lyrics

Black faces pressed against the gla** 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 lamplight 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 Old men sleep with their conscience at night Young kids sleep with their dreams While the mentally ill sit perfectly still And live through life's in betweens 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 Horses scream, nightmares dream And the dead men all wear shoes 'Cause everybody's dancin' To those late John Garfield blues