Lyrics One Long Day - Cold Chisel

Here's a song, ah, off our album
I've been dyin' to say that
Also, I've been dyin' to say "three days"
Features Ian on some vocals
Thing called "One Long Day"

City life was closing in on me
The way things go, 30 years
Bus timetable will be my elegy

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

General panic in the marketplace
Boss found hung in office
Could not stand the pace

And as the peak-hour traffic jams below
Somebody get the story, somebody spread the rumour
People come and go

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

I wandered down along the river last night
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
I ain't sentimental, but Lord
Sometimes I get that gypsy urge to travel far, yeah

You know I'll disappear some long weekend
I'm gonna find a busted jetty and some mangrove landscape
Forget who I am, yeah
Hey, babe

You gotta move
You gotta go
You got to be somebody
And you got to roll
You gotta chop
And 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
And one long night
It's all right, you done it again
And soft, low words
And slender ladies, beneath the café fans
One long day

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

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

And meanwhile, yeah
City ways
Lonely life goes creeping on, goes on and on, on and on
Sometime, yeah
I get the blues
Lord, you know, sometimes I get the blues so bad

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

Thank you