And the lies that he told
And he knew he was a killer
Is there any way for a man to live
Wasn't it strange that he
Wasn't it strange that nobody cried
Come winter of sixty -five
He wasn't working the racetrack
He bet everything he had,
even the shirt on his friend's back
Got a tip about the horse
Was the beginning of the end
for our bold young killer
Is there any way for a man to live
Wasn't it strange that he
Wasn't it strange that nobody
Gina was lonin' and Johnny,
They found him in the East River
at the age of twenty -five
Is there any way for a man to live
Wasn't it strange that he
Is there any way for a man to live
When he's given all that he
Wasn't it strange that he wanted
Nobody cried for this poor boy
Is that any way for a man to live?
When he's given all that he had to give
Lordy, lordy, gave all he had
Wasn't it strange that he
War's on its way, that nobody cries
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