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Everettsville: Music

"Rose on the Lower Eastside" ("club" mix - 2008)

(Don Everett Pearce)
July 9, 2008

This song was first written in '98, then lyrically rennovated shortly before this recording. Pardon the programed drums and general clubiness of this mix, it was sort of an experiment. Craig Ferguson plays mandolin and dobro.


Ah, here she comes now
Chin up to the rays of the morning sun
Coming down the steps into the street
She's gonna get out while her body's strong and young
She's headed for those lettered avenues
In her faded overalls and high-top shoes
She's got swing in her stride
A rose on the Lower Eastside

And in this city where she walks
Brick and stone are stacked up to the sky
She's standing there in Mama's kitchen door
Who gave her any right to hold her head so high?
Now, I'm gonna paint her portrait on this wall
With her hair tied up in a wine-red scarf and all
She's got color and pride
A rose on the Lower Eastside

Well, I've been down these streets before
In the heart of winter darkness on my own
With no sweet mama to come through
And save me from the fate of going home
She's given me a new start, my friend
And I ain't even thinkin' about the end
'cause she's the one I walk beside
She's a rose on the Lower Eastside

Past the Cathedral of Our Lady
And into that little shop with old guitars
Hell's Angels hide out from the sun
That's shining through their smoky, stained-glass hearts
All up and down those lettered avenues
Ain't this where you would be if you could choose?
In love and satisfied
With a rose on the Lower Eastside
And she's the one I walk beside
A rose…
On the Lower Eastside