She was sick and tired of country life A little country home a little country home Made her blood run cold               Now her mother pines her heart away Looking for her child in the big black smoke In the big black smoke             Frailest purest girl the world has seen According to her ma according to her pa And everybody said That she knew no sin and did no wrong Till she walked the streets of the big black smoke Of the big black smoke BRIDGE: Well she slept in cafes and coffee bars and bowling alleys And every penny she had    Was spent on purple hearts and cigarettes Ah she took all her pretty coloured clothes Ran away from home the boy next door For a boy named Joe And he took the money for the rent Tried to drag her down in the big black smoke In the big black smoke (In the big black smoke) In the big black smoke (In the big black smoke) In the big black smoooooke Smoooooke smoooooke smoooooke oh oh oh oh