The Man with the Golden Arm

The Man with the Golden Arm - Sammy Davis Jr.

He makes his own dreams

His own paradise

But paradise is just a false alarm

And no one's really sadder than

The man with the golden arm

He buys every thrill

And pays any price

And thinks he's having fun

And what's the harm

He's following the devil's plan

The man with the golden arm

What is that strange desire

That sets his soul afire

The hopeless need for it

That makes him plead for it

Walls The start closing in

The room begins to spin

There's no escape

And there's no friend

How did it start

Where will it end

The ending is clear

And not very nice

A nameless grave beside some prison farm

There is no story sadder than

The man with the golden arm

But there's a chance that he

Can shake the misery

That's if he's strong enough

And fights it long enough

The ones who do are rare

But with some hope and prayer

The nightmare's gone

And so's the end

You'll find the sun and walk among men

And gone are the dreams

The fool's paradise

The heaven that was just a false alarm

And no one's really gladder than

The man with the golden arm