Lyrics One Long Day - Live - Cold Chisel

Here's a song off the first album featuring Ian

City life was closing in on me
The way things go, thirty years
Bus timetable will be my elegy, yeah

Up at seven every working day
Pay comes in, pay goes out now
It's a week-by-week charade

General panic in the marketplace
Boss found hung in office
Could not stand the pace, oh no

And as the peak-hour traffic jams below
Somebody get the story, somebody spread the rumour
Yeah those people go, always come and go

I mean my day
You gotta move
You gotta go
You go to be somebody
Yeah you got to roll
You gotta stop
You gotta change
You gotta make a little money
And be a little strange

You know I wandered down along that river last night with you
Call me romantic, I say I couldn't sleep
'Til the first-light struck me down

Padding homeward on the inside lane
Early morning freeway cool and quiet
And I'm dodging rubber stains

People talking in a seaside bar
But I, I ain't sentimental, but Lord
Sometimes I get that gypsy urge to travel far, yeah yeah

You know I'll disappear some long weekend
I'm gonna find myself a mangrove landscape
Stretch out along some busted jetty
Forget who I am, oh yeah, and I may insist

You gotta move
You gotta go
You got to be somebody
And you got to roll
You gotta stop
You gotta change
You gotta make a little money
And be a little strange

One long day
Is all it takes to steal her heart away
One long night
It's all right, you've done it again
And soft, low words
And slender ladies, beneath the cafe fans
One long day

Layed by dreams
And cotton dresses, a Spanish border town
The dreams so far
From the subways, the crowds heading home
And close each day
Technicolour, a million miles away
One long night, you're all alone

Meanwhile, yeah
City ways
Life goes creeping on
Sometimes, yeah
Well I get the blues
Lord I get the blues so bad

Meanwhile
City way
Lonely life goes creeping on, goes on and on
Sometimes, yeah
Well I get the blues
Lord you know sometimes I get the blues so bad
You know I get the blues so bad

Meanwhile
City ways, lonely life goes creeping on
It goes on and on, and on and on, on and on and on and on and on
Sometimes, I get the blues
Lord, Lord I get the blues so bad
So bad, so bad
So bad, so bad