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• Artiste: Adam Selzer
• Titre: Barbara Allen's Grave
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I picked the rose from Barbara Allen's grave And carefully wrapped it up tight They told me you'd like it if I gave it to you Under a moonless night I cut a dashing figure As I stepped from the train into town Ignoring the voices in my head that told me That said I should have been home by now I picked the rose I picked the rose I picked the rose From Barbara Allen's grave One Armed charlie just came from the Clark And he stands on the benches to speak To the transient chorus who heckle politely As the pigeons walk over his feet As he talks about being stuck under Boston Twelve years ago on the train And gives me a nod because I was there with him He was the one who told me your name I picked the rose I picked the rose I picked the rose From Barbara Allen's grave Mr. Sherringford is a very clean man Except for his yellow teeth you know As he sat in the diner singing Clark Street carols You might even say that they glowed I know that he'll give me the details I need But getting out of hear could be hard No one leaves this diner at this time of night Without beating Mr. Sherringford at cards I picked the rose I picked the rose I picked the rose From Barbara Allen's grave I dream at night of violins And dance halls long since closed You come running out the side exit wearing A brown jacket over your clothes Turning to look at me just for a second Every night it's the same I wake up lying in a near north side bed Before I can call out your name The last time I saw you there were two dead leaves Stuck to the side of of your face You hurried down Archer Avenue Towards the Resurrection cemetery gates You looked as cold as Russian winter As I watched you slowly disappear The gloves you were wearing fell to the ground But I've got them for you here I picked the rose I picked the rose I picked the rose From Barbara Allen's grave