Rags and Bones

Catch a taxi to the fountainhead

Blinking neon penny arcade

A young Caruso on the fire escape

Painted face ladies on parade

A newsboy on the corner

Singing out headlines

And a fiddler selling pencils

The sign reads, 'Help the blind'

Comin' up the lane callin'

Workin' while the rain's fallin'

Ragman, your song of the street

Keeps haunting my memory

Music in the air

I hear it ev'rywhere

Rags, bones with old city songs

Hear them, how they talk to me

Trolley car rings out the morning

The whistle blows at noon

A cat fight breaks open the night

While watch dogs bay at the moon

A preacher on an orange crate

With a salvation army band

And clicking along the cobbled stones

Well that's the sound of the ice cream man

Comin' up the lane callin'

Workin' while the rain's fallin'

Ragman, your song of the street

It keeps haunting my memory

Music in the air

I hear it ev'rywhere

Rags, bones and old city songs

Hear them, how they talk to me

The organ grinder and his monkey

Still walkin' the same old beat

The shoe-shine boy slappin' leather

He puts the rhythm in your feet

Strollin' by the churchyard

List'nin' to the Sunday choir

With voices rising to the heavens

Like sirens screaming to a fire

Comin' up the lane callin'

Workin' while the rain's fallin'

Ragman, your song of the street

It keeps haunting my memory

Music in the air

I hear it ev'rywhere

Rags, bones and old city songs

Play them one more time for me