Fireflies in dogfights Runnin' hot in the heat Street noise, another bribe Things too hard to believe--so head out My heart's in the country My feet's in the city with you All my friends are eatin' sushi Talkin' bad about you know who-who-who My tongue's talkin' riddles But I just can't seem to find a clue So I take a swig of whiskey And jump into the saddle with you-you-you And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues Cats in the alley Rats in my snakeskin boots All my neighbors think I'm crazy And my girl thinks I'm losin' my cool-cool-cool And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues Don't look to Jesus to change your seasons It's the American dream Souls of gypsies, road of stone Can't seem to find no peace--so head out And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues I got the blues, I got the blues, got the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the bluesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
