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               Bridgeport.



               I missed my connection.

               So, now I am not going in that

               direction.

               I will make it plain; I missed my train.

               So, I am not sane.

               I missed my line, so now I am not on time.



               Bridgeport,



               I need to get to Bridgeport.

               Home.

               is where I need to get.

               Home, where I can lay.

               Home, where I can be free from this roam.

               Yeah, I'm tired of being alone.

              

               Bridgeport.



               I called for help, my dad.

               But, he just made me sad.

               I must confess; he said this was my mess.

               I called my mom, but, it felt like

               I had hit by a bomb.

               She thought I sounded like my brother,

               Tom.              



               Bridgeport.



                Bridgeport.

              I called a friend,

              A rope he would throw me,

              Some money I hoped he would lend.

              I hoped my request would not offend.

              But he said it was the end.

              I called another,

              She said no.

              It was a real blow.

        To me, you see I felt like I fell and hurt my knee.

              Oh gee.



              Bridgeport.



               But, I am feeling blue.

               Yeah, it is true.

               I am just trying to get through.

               I need a clue.



               Bridgeport.



               Hey dude,

               I don't mean to be rude,

               I know it is not fair.

               for me it is rare,

               but spare, can you some food.

               I'm sorry, I'm just in a bad mood.

              

               Bridgeport.



               Honey, I need some money,

               Before I make my dash, I need some cash.

               I do not have a card,

    Otherwise, I would be able to get more than a yard.

            

               Bridgeport.



               Yep, I missed my link.

               I hate to make a stink.

               All of these people in the station

               I see them on vacation.

               See, I wish one of them was me.

              

               Dammn, ma'am, I hate to be a bother,

               to you and your daughter.

               Your daughter with a lamb toy.

               I cannot be coy.

               This is not a ploy.

               I am not a boy named Roy.

               I have no joy.



         Ma'am sitting there in a mink,

         I hate to make a stink.

         Ma'am whose husband calls her honey.

         Ma'am sirting there with a tot.  It will not be a lot.

        

         But, you said no.

         I left, and you accused me of theft.

         You called a cop.

         He hit me with a mop.

         He pulled out his gun.

         I had to run, that was no fun.



               Bridgeport



               Yeah, it has been rough.

               Yeah, I have no stuff.

               My head is starting to feel as if it is full of

               fluff.

               My body is not feeling so tough.



              Bridgeport.

              Least, but last, somebody stole my things.

              After all my past, there is that,            

              What a rat.

              On my body, the robber put dents and dings.

              It really stings.

              On my body, there are lines.

              It feels like I have been hit with mines.  



              If I could find him,

              I will tear him apart limb by limb.

              If I find the robber,

              him I will want to clobber.



             All of this really makes me want to sigh.

             All of this really makes me want to cry.

             All of this makes me want to die.



               Bridgeport.



              Alright,

        Well, my task now, I guess now, a place I need to find.

  To stay if I may, is what I need to ask.

  This is just until I get on my way, I hope somebody will be

  kind.

  I hope they will not mind.

  

                     Bridgeport.

     Oh, Bridgeport, I will be ok.

     Bridgeport. I'll get there some way.

     Bridgeport.

     Bridgeport, I'll get there some day.

     Bridgeport.

     Bridgeport, when I get home, never again will I roam.