An’ tracin’ a name in the fade o’ the Stars!
Me—knowin’ that some’ll be ridin’ that’s walkin’ tonight—
Knowin’ that some’ll never see Broadway again,
An’ red wine,
An’ Little Italy,
An’ Maggies like Mine,—
Me!—a-murmurin’ a prayer for Maggie
An’ stoppin’ to laugh at Slim,
An’ shoutin’ “To the right o’ the road for the Swoi-zant-canze!”
Them babies that raise such hell up the line,