Streets Of Paradise

Thompson

The tears fall down like whisky

The tears fall down like wine

On an island made of *******

In a sea of turpentine

We all need some assistance

But won't that day be fine

When we're walking down the streets of Paradise

Tar brush on the corner

I've never seen him before

He drank ten fingers of what they had

Now his feet don't touch the floor

He can't see me or this dirty old town

He's got nothing to look for

He's walking down the streets of Paradise

Walking down the streets of Paradise

Walking down the streets of Paradise

I'd trade my silver mansion

With a guard on every door

I'd trade my wealth and treasure

And the sash my father wore

I'd trade my little sister

And my brother who went before

To be walking down the streets of Paradise

Walking down the streets of Paradise

Walking down the streets of Paradise

I asked you for a racehorse

Now don't hand me no mule

I asked you for a fast car

Don't you take me for a fool

Just hand me down my telescope

And a bullet I can chew

I'll be walking down the streets of Paradise

Walking down the streets of Paradise

Walking down the streets of Paradise