Necessitarianism (Fred Merkle's Blues) - Will Johnson

In a final splash of sun

A moment killed the fun

Time had him on a leash

So they told him not to run

Then everything went black

Once he heard the crack

Then history got cruel

All was changed

In a most destructive way

The crowd would have its say

There’s nowhere left to be

Says a wiser voice in me

When the accusations fell

Freddie knew too well

It was a hollowed out decree

New York City heat

Mugsy never blamed

Freddie for that day

But you know he never slept

Gone was victory

In a never-ending way

They all had their say

There’s nowhere left to be

Says a wiser voice in me

There’s nowhere I could stay

In this city one more day

There’s nowhere left to be

Says a wiser voice in me