There was a boy Born in Sin City They called him Harry Dean He was born on a night Beneath the midnight sun His poor soul would be Shattered and undone His only role model was a sailor Who sailed across the seven seas And his mother cared less For him and his dreams Don’t cry, don’t plead, don’t pity him This is just another Harry Dean From the outskirts of the city of sin Born to take whatever This world might bring Harry grew up tough and mean Mother went down six feet deep Lived off favors and smaller tricks Dug himself out to the open sea Never came around to come clean Father Ben always wondered where he’d been Harry never cared to spill the beans Always said he meant everything Don’t cry, don’t plead, don’t pity him This is just another Harry Dean From the outskirts of the city of sin Born to take whatever This world might bring Crossroad at midnight, who could tell Warm red light for “Ace Motel” Three cheap whiskeys and a full house Now Harry’s luck had turned around A ticket next day to the Citadel Altar Keene said, “Harry, I’ll go as well” Harry Dean was happy, but should he be? It didn’t seem right for a Sin City kid Don’t cry, don’t plead, don’t pity him This is just another Harry Dean From the outskirts of the city of sin Born to take whatever This world might bring Sound of church bells, and smell of grass Citadel looming past the station glass Harry got stopped by men in blue He reached for his coat and they thought he drew Shot right there in Citadel Train Plaza In front of the famous Café Piazza Three gasps and groans, the boy in pain Funny that nobody knew why the hell he came Told you don’t pity, Told you don’t cry, Told you don’t plead, For Harry Dean Just another son of sin And every day this world Gorges on boys like him
