paroles de chanson Standing in the City - Clinton Wesley Hale

Standing in the city
Smoking in the rain
The mystic thoughts in my head
Come at me with pain
Oh I see a jezebel, standing on the corner
Her flower had a fever
But her soul was the hustler's

And oh, it's such a shame
But who's to blame?
It's all the same anyways
Oh, my Lord
The city's always feeding the whore

And oh when she feels, so low
And he leaves
Too soon
The tears get lost in her bluebird tune

But oh that rain
It's putting out the fire again

(Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm)