It was that kind of misting rain
It was that kind of night
Nothing was wrong
It just wasn't right
It weren't the blues
It weren't low rent
It was just a cement lament
All these late night alleys
All these late night alley cats
It starts raining harder
He adjusts his hat
It weren't the blues
It weren't low rent
It was just a cement lament
A streetlight goes out
He makes his wish
A taxi turns the corner
A puddle makes a splish
It weren't the blues
It weren't low rent
It was just a cement lament
How many years has it been
Since you left that old hometown
Both eyes on your feet
Both feet on the ground
It's not the blues
It's not low rent
It's just a cement lament
It's not superstition
It's just playing it smart
Dont' step on the cracks, now
Don't you break your mama's heart
It's not the blues
It's not low rent
It's just a cement lament
The sun's rolling up the East River
It slowly dawns on you
You're smoking your last cigarette
The rain has stopped, the sky is blue
Time to shake this mood
Someone's got to pay the rent
Someone's shift just started
Singing the cement lament
Singing the cement lament
Singing
Swinging
Singing and swinging
Swinging and singing
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