It was that kind of night Nothing was wrong It just wasn't right All these late night alleys All these late night alley cats It starts raining harder She adjusts her hat A streetlight goes out She makes her wish A taxi on the corner A puddle makes a splish! It weren't the blues It weren't low rent It was just the cement lament How many years has it been Since you left that old hometown Both eyes on your feet Both feet on the ground It's not superstition It's just playing it smart don't step on the cracks Or you may break your mama's heart It's not the blues It's not low rent It's just the cement lament Sun's rolling up the East River It slowly dawns on you You're smoking your last cigarette The rain has stopped The sky is blue Time to shake this mood someone's got to pay that rent Someone's shift just started Singing the cement lament Singing the cement lament Singing Swinging Singing and swinging Singing and swinging