Paroles Guitar Slinger de Brian Setzer Orchestra (The)

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So they kicked us out for playing too loudI carried my amp out through the crowdSome chick took a beer and threw it in my faceBut I kept on walkingNow outside it was warmThere was a good crowd on the stripWe set our stuff down and had a smokeLike we was waiting for a rideAnd all the while I was thinkingYou gotta keep moving in a mean mean townIt's better going nowhere than just standing aroundBy tomorrow morning I'll be leaving townWell I'll go any place but I ain't going downNow I called Shorty and LeftyThere was a bass man called BeansWe split to nail a rumorAbout some work in New OrleansA twenty fed the tankTwo bucks fed the bandMaybe we could make itDown in jambalaya landIn a Meade Lux Lewis barThat's where we found the job (yeah)Knocking tinpan out for tipsMostly to the mobI said okay we'll take itWhen they're drunkWe'll play the bluesHey we'll get some shirts from the islandsAnd some of those Cuban rock 'n' roll shoesAnd all the while I was thinkingYou gotta keep moving in a mean mean townIt's better going nowhere than just standing aroundBy tomorrow morning I'll be leaving townWell I'll go anyplace but I ain't going downBut when we played the lost highwayA juice head said we was hicksAnd the whole bar began to beat usWith pool hall sticksThey got the radio out of the carAnd they must have used a bombBut when we piled in and gunned herShe still sang the sweetest songLefty woke among the bottlesAnd said North he could not comeWe left him on Canal StreetTrading in his drumsAnd I saw Elvis hitchhikingOut on the interstateAnd Beans was getting paranoidAbout our California platesAnd all the while I was thinkingYou gotta keep moving in a mean mean townIt's better going nowhere than just standing aroundBy tomorrow morning I'll be leaving townI'll go anyplace but I ain't going downA cruiser pulled us overRight across the lineHe booked us in as vagrantsIn holding tank number nineYou learn how to flat pickWhen you're looking at a forty fourYou do the orange blossom specialTill the peel falls on the floorThe bass man had a bustFrom back home in a raidSo it was just me and ShortyStanding on main paradeWe liquidized our assetsIn a bar and did not talkThen we hopped a non-stop greyhoundTo the big bad beauty of New YorkI woke up on Twenty Third StreetAs he backed into the slotI saw that me and ShortyHad been robbed of what we gotThen a guy said through the windowThis is the end of the lineI said brother I'm a guitar slinger and this is doin' just fine

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