Strung out down in a holenAnd the ocean is bleeding salt down the milenSo I hid, as armies marchednBut you found me, I'll turn when I sleep on your porchnnAnd don't you cry, my darlingnNashville is forgottennMama, and don't you cry, my darlingnNew York is the oceannnBrooklyn, quiet and coldnWhen the bars closenYou're stuck counting cracks on the streetnnThen war breaks and you're swinging a gunnWhen the bomb dropsnYou're stuck picking lead from your teethnnAnd don't you cry, my darlingnNashville is forgottennMama, and don't you cry, my darlingnNew York is the oceannnStrung out down in a holenAnd the ocean is bleeding down the mile