songs of buddy don: Heartbroken in Hoboken

heres a nuther song me n miz bd writ but never gut round to reecordin. ackshly, we dun a take of the piano part in G but turnt out to be a lil too low fer me to sang so i putt it into A but still dint have it rite on a counta not leavin inny time to breath twixt the two parts of the versus. so twuz re-writ agin but even tho i play it now n agin, we aint reecorded it rite.

as ye kin see, tiz a lil on the long side n has lots of differnt parts. tiz a verr fun song in a ragtime style.

thang is, i been dreamin a lot bout this song on a counta thays a feller at wurk thats been goin thru a ruff 'partin of the ways' with his long time gurlfrien n tho this song dont eggzackly fit his circumstantses, it cums purt near.

Heartbroken in Hoboken

If it had been a snake, it would have bit me
If it had been a bee, I’d have been stung
A baseball bat would have hit me
For a Grand Slam Home Run

But it was a look in her eyes
It was a sadness in her sighs
I didn’t catch it
Now I am wretched

Heartbroken in Hoboken
She said something inside was choking
But when she laughed, I thought she was joking
Though I really did care

Heartbroken in Hoboken
Them harsh word have done been spoken
Them sad feelings done been awoken
I was not prepared

She said I could have been a contender
But I was content to play the pretender

But I ain’t pretending I’m ...
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She was talking about her career
And I really didn’t have a clue
So when she said, “You act so sincere.”
I said, “It’s the least I can do.”

She said, “You don’t get my drift”
I guess she must have been miffed
I did not detect it
Now I’m dejected

Heartbroken in Hoboken
She raised a glass while I was toking
She had class, I was plain spoken
Opposites attract

Heartbroken in Hoboken
She went fast, I kept poking
She had a pass, I had the wrong token
Now she won’t come back.

She said I could have been a contender
But I was content to play the pretender

But I ain’t pretending I’m ...
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So I went on down to the pier
Guess you could say I was hoping to see her
But all I saw was an old fisherman catching an eel

“Oh Lord I’m hungry,” was all he said
As he bent down to cut off the head
And as the blood flowed red
I said, “I know just how you feel.”

Cause I found a letter on the bed
When I came home from work one night
It told me all the things she said she’d said
Though I never seemed to read her right

She said that if my love had been true
I’d have known exactly what to do
She gave me hints
But I was dense

Heartbroken in Hoboken
How can you hear something unspoken?
How can you fix what you don’t know’s broken?
It don’t seem fair

Heartbroken in Hoboken
Them harsh words have done been spoken
Them sad feelings done been awoken
I was not prepared

She said I could have been a contender
But I was content to play the pretender

But I ain’t pretending I’m ...
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Heartbroken in Hoboken

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