Home Of The Brave

Lyrics

Mister Frankie Diamond was my best friend
 We were partners in a business down on C and 7th
 Nothin' ever got this good brother down
 He was a real live wire in an electric town
 Frankie started hangin' with an uptown girl
 A Harlem lady in the social whirl
 On Saturday night he'd put on his best clothes
 And go out steppin' with his Black Rose
 Now Frankie went upstate for a couple of years
 A guest of the nation and he was in tears
 He called me up, he said, "Hey friend of mine
 I got one favor to ask you while I'm doin' my time"
 She's the Queen of New York City
 She bewitch all men soul
 She the blood that flow right through me
 So don't be messin' with my Black Rose
 Keep your hands off my Black Rose
 My Black Rose, he don't own ya
 While Frankie was upstate, his Harlem girl
 Continued to spiral in her social whirl
 So I paged her from my gig on East 7th I said
 "Hey, babe, you doin' anythin' 'round about 11?"
 She said, "Uh uh", in her uptown voice
 So we met at Beirut for cocktails and ice
 When she crossed that room in her tight red dress
 I wasn't thinkin' of Frankie, I have to confess
 She said, "Hey, best friend, let's go back to my place
 I need to fix my mascara and remodel my face"
 But it rained on the way back to her house
 And when she closed the door she took off her blouse
 She's the Queen of New York City
 She bewitch all men soul
 Next thing I know, I'm whisperin' sweet nothin's
 Lyin' in bed with my Black Rose
 I'm makin' love to my Black
 My Black Rose, he don't own ya
 So stay with me tonight
 At nights I'd lie there and listen to her breathe
 With the sweat on my brow
 How could she sleep
 So deep, so sweet, as calm as a rock
 While I pushed back the seconds oozing from the clock
 Now the letters I wrote Frankie returned unread
 The word leaked out, I'd be better off dead
 But in the crimson dawn, Black Rose would unfold
 And drain all the poison from my soul
 Now I'm standin' up here on forty deuce
 Another terminal man waitin' for his bus
 Here come Frankie with his head all shaved
 Is that a piece in his pocket or is it a blade
 Now I'm lyin' face down in the terminal dirt
 With a hole in my chest, but I don't feel no hurt
 I don't wanna go to heaven, I been there before
 Just spent two years in paradise with my Black Rose
 She's the Queen of New York City
 She bewitch all men soul
 When you go and find her body
 Bury me next to my Black Rose
 Still in love with my Black Rose
 She's up in heaven now, my Black Rose
 You won't be makin' love to my Black
 My Black Rose, he don't own ya
 So stay with me tonight, for the rest of your life
 Roisin Dubh, me no can get over you
 A time is in me mind no matter what I do
 Roisin Dubh me no can get over you
 Now Frankie comin' back and I know that I am through
 Mister Frankie Diamond tell me do the right thing
 Watch his girl while he away at Sing Sing
 But me and Rosie, we have a little fling
 Now Frankie comin' home, wicked trouble it will bring
 Wicked trouble it will bring, Lord have mercy

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Duration
03:26
Key
4
Tempo
96 BPM

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