Lest some of you think Sinsull has blown a headpipe...........

There's a pawn-shop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
And I walk up and down 'neath the clock
By the pawn shop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
But I ain't got a thing left to hock.

She was peaches, she was honey
And she cost me all my money
'Cause a whirl 'round the town was her dream
Took her dancin', took her dinin'
Till her blue eyes were shinin'
With the sights that they never had seen.

If you should run into a golden haired angel
And ask her tonight for a date
She'll tell you somewhere there's a rich millionaire
Who is calling again about eight.

There's a pawn shop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
And I've just got to get five or ten
From the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Gotta be with my angel again.


Spaw