Pearl - Andrew Combs

Dead drunk on the street

Passed out in a ball at your feet

Did you know he’s got a song to sing

And he plays a mean guitar

I met a whore on the corner

Barely sixteen soon to be a mother

While raising her two younger brothers

Leaning on a long black car

The pearl in the rubble

A rainbow from a puddle

A calm in the storm

Every rose has it’s thorns

A touch of sun in the rain

Beauty of a different shade

Bless the hands that made everyone of them

A junky kid in his car

Drilling holes with a needle in his arm

Bet you he didn’t know he’s a star

Just hit the game winning run

Prisoner one-two-five-o

Picking up trash on the side of the road

Yeah he’s carrying a heavy load

Took the blame so his brother could run

The pearl in the rubble

A rainbow from a puddle

A calm in the storm

Every rose has it’s thorns

A touch of sun in the rain

Beauty of a different shade

Bless the hands that made everyone of them

That’s somebodys darling

An angel who seems to have fallen

Slowly but surely crawling

To the edge of the Brooklyn bridge

A dirty cop on the beat

More than a few bad reps on his sheet

But he just so happens to be the one

To keep her from falling in

The pearl in the rubble

A rainbow from a puddle

A calm in the storm

Every rose has it’s thorns

A touch of sun in the rain

Beauty of a different shade

Bless the hand that made everyone of them