A
tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoeless feet
Inside it's long and so complete
Watched by a shivering
sun
Old eyes in a small child's face
Watching as the shadows race
Through walls and cracks and leave no trace
And daylight's brightness
shuns
T he days of Pearly S
pencer
T he race is almost r
un
T he days of Pearly S
pencer
T he race is almost r
un
Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Gazing as the swollen mass
On
concrete fields where grows no grass
Stumbles blindly
on
Iron trees smother the air
But withering they stand and stare
Through eyes that neither know nor care
Where the grass is
gone
T he days of Pearly S
pencer
T he race is almost r
un
Pearly where's your milk white skin
What's that stubble on your chin
It's buried in the rot gut gin
You played and lost not
won
You played a house that can't be beat
Now look your head's bowed in defeat
You walked too far along the street
Where only rats can
run
T he days of Pearly S
pencer
T he race is almost r
un
T he days of Pearly S
pencer
T he race is almost r
un
T he race is almost r
un
A tenement, a dirty street
Remember worn and shoeless feet
Remember how you stood to beat
The way your life had
gone
So Pearly don't you shed more tears
For those best forgotten years
Those tenements are memories
Of where you've risen
from
The days of Pearly Spen
cer
The race is alm ost
run.