The Black 47 - Home Of The Brave lyrics

Mister Frankie Diamond was my best friend We were partners in a business down on C and 7th Nothin' ever got this good brother down He was a real live wire in an electric town Frankie started hangin' with an uptown girl A Harlem lady in the social whirl On Saturday night he'd put on his best clothes And go out steppin' with his Black Rose Now Frankie went upstate for a couple of years A guest of the nation and he was in tears He called me up, he said, "Hey friend of mine I got one favor to ask you while I'm doin' my time" She's the Queen of New York City She bewitch all men soul She the blood that flow right through me So don't be messin' with my Black Rose Keep your hands off my Black Rose My Black Rose, he don't own ya While Frankie was upstate, his Harlem girl Continued to spiral in her social whirl So I paged her from my gig on East 7th I said "Hey, babe, you doin' anythin' 'round about 11?" She said, "Uh uh", in her uptown voice So we met at Beirut for co*ktails and ice When she crossed that room in her tight red dress I wasn't thinkin' of Frankie, I have to confess She said, "Hey, best friend, let's go back to my place I need to fix my mascara and remodel my face" But it rained on the way back to her house And when she closed the door she took off her blouse She's the Queen of New York City She bewitch all men soul Next thing I know, I'm whisperin' sweet nothin's Lyin' in bed with my Black Rose I'm makin' love to my Black My Black Rose, he don't own ya So stay with me tonight At nights I'd lie there and listen to her breathe With the sweat on my brow How could she sleep So deep, so sweet, as calm as a rock While I pushed back the seconds oozing from the clock Now the letters I wrote Frankie returned unread The word leaked out, I'd be better off dead But in the crimson dawn, Black Rose would unfold And drain all the poison from my soul Now I'm standin' up here on forty deuce Another terminal man waitin' for his bus Here come Frankie with his head all shaved Is that a piece in his pocket or is it a blade Now I'm lyin' face down in the terminal dirt With a hole in my chest, but I don't feel no hurt I don't wanna go to heaven, I been there before Just spent two years in paradise with my Black Rose She's the Queen of New York City She bewitch all men soul When you go and find her body Bury me next to my Black Rose Still in love with my Black Rose She's up in heaven now, my Black Rose You won't be makin' love to my Black My Black Rose, he don't own ya So stay with me tonight, for the rest of your life Roisin Dubh, me no can get over you A time is in me mind no matter what I do Roisin Dubh me no can get over you Now Frankie comin' back and I know that I am through Mister Frankie Diamond tell me do the right thing Watch his girl while he away at Sing Sing But me and Rosie, we have a little fling Now Frankie comin' home, wicked trouble it will bring Wicked trouble it will bring, Lord have mercy