The Days of Pearly Spencer

David McWilliams

A tenement a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoeless feet
In silence 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 daylights brightness shuns

The days of Pearly Spencer
Ah ah ah
Her race is almost run

Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Gazing at the swallen 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

The days of Pearly Spencer
Ah ah ah
Her race is almost run

Pearly where's your milk white skin
What's that stubble on your skin
It's buried in a 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

The days of Pearly Spencer
Ah ah ah
Her race is almost run

The days of Pearly Spencer
Ah ah ah
Her race is almost run

Her race is almost run

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