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While staying in Husdon, NY, Drew got in his bedtime reading on the old red light district there... Listen closely!
Deep among the roots
Of an old idle dwelling,
The Brownstone and the beams
Cracked under the sun.
The parade outside was marching,
The brass band they were passing,
And the girls up on Diamond way
Called you in to have some fun.
There was Mae Healy and Mrs Faith
Who’d lift you of your feet,
And many saw old saucy Nell
Chase you into the street;
But remember when those two young boys,
George Best and his friend John,
Had a shoot-out by the sidewalk
As the Sunday Riot began.
“Come and have a drink on us”
That’s what you’ll hear them say,
“If you’re up from New York city
Or along to Albany.”
Well, if you fell in love
With a girl, just passing through,
You’d better stick to your road boy
For the things they’d do to you.
Well George Best became Duffys man
Who he chased around town;
While little Johnny took from him
The bawdy house he owned.
Charles Hermance, they came to know
The man who had it all.
In 1876 Johnny put
A bullet through his skull.
They sent Johnny of on the train.
For his crime he gave his wife all the blame.
Broken-hearted she fled,
Cursed the man she had wed.
While the boys up from Pittsfield came again.
And the cops jumped the girls
Who left there too soon,
All but for Evelyn
Whose home lies in ruin;
No one to invite you in
Except the cats laid on the floor,
And the lonely doors of Diamond Street:
They opened there no more.