Derry Down
By Will Scott (BMI), Scrote (Teddy Spunko Music, BMI), and Jan Bell (Jan Bell Music,
ASCAP) © 2011

The streets have dried up
But, bridges are leaking
It’s all coming down
And no one here's speaking
Of winds freed from sailing
Of old captain Sterling
Only wealthy men sing
Of sleeping dogs lying
Grey ivy vines
Cover Brooklyn-port quarters
Tracing the lines
Of their riverfront boarders
Right along Flushing
The Whitman kids know
Of the homes there left standing
Like skulls in a row
Nobody remembers
Derry down
They'll tear them to gravel
Leaving only a road
By those who unravel
By silver by gold
I sink in the graveyard
Of these admirals’ homes
Like a leaf in the river
Tied to a stone
Nobody Remembers
Derry down, boys
Derry down
Nobody Remembers