Ray Davies - Big Black Smoke lyrics

She was sick and tired of country life A little country home A little country folk Made her blood run cold Now her mother pines her heart away Looking for her child in the big black smoke In the big black smoke Frailest, purest girl the world has seen According to her Ma, according to her Pa And everybody said That she knew no sin and did no wrong Till she walked the streets of the big black smoke Of the big black smoke Well, she slept in caffs and coffee bars and bowling alleys And every penny she had Was spent on purple hearts and cigarettes She took all her pretty colored clothes And ran away from home And the boy next door For a boy named Joe And he took her money for the rent And tried to drag her down in the big black smoke In the big black smoke In the big black smoke In the big black smoke