A little city built on seven hills
One man, one vision with some small thrills
Move a river and drink some wine
I’ll try to keep my hands clean this time.

But princes only live like kings
And sometimes they lose everything
A man is only what he thinks he is
Yes I’m the prince of Providence.

A little fire to warm the water’s chill
Me and the “old boys” hangin’ on the hill
I love my city I love my wine
I’ve got to keep my hands clean this time

But princes only live like kings
And sometimes they lose everything
A man is only what he thinks he is
And I’m the prince of Providence.

I never take more than I give
I never take more than I give
I never take more than I give

A little city built on seven hills
One man, one vision with no small thrills
I miss my city I miss my wine
I couldn’t keep my hands clean this time.

But princes only think they’re kings
But sometimes they lose everything
And now it’s been a long time since
I was the prince of Providence.

It’s been a long time
It’s been a long time
It’s been a long time

©Dean Petrella/The Complaints2008