Cold Chisel - One Long Day - Live paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson One Long Day - Live - Cold Chisel



City life is closing in on me
The way things go, thirty years
Bus timetable, 'll 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, no no
And as the peak-hour traffic jams below
Somebody get the story, somebody spread the rumour
Oh, that people, always come and go Lord
You got to move
You got to go
You got to be somebody
You got to roll
You got to chop
You got to change
You got to make a little money
And be a little strange
I wandered down along that river last night
You can call me romantic, I'd say I couldn't sleep, yo
'Til the first-light struck me down
Padding homeward on the inside lane
Early morning, freeway cool and quiet, hey
I'm dodging rubber stains
People talking in a seaside bar
Lord I ain't sentimental, but you know sometimes
I get the gypsy urge to travel far
You know one of these long weekends I'm just gonna disappear
Find myself a mangrove landscape
Stretch out along some busted jetty
Forget who I am
You got to move
You got to go
You got to be somebody
You got to roll
You got to chop
You got to change
You got to make a little money, come on
And be a little strange
Yeah, one long day, one long day
One long day
Is all it takes to steal her heart away
And 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
And layed by dreams
Cotton dresses, a Spanish border town
And dreams so far
From the subways, crowds heading home
Close each day
In technicolor, a million miles away
One long night, you're all alone, come on
Meanwhile
City ways
Life goes creeping on
Sometimes
I got the blues
You know Lord I get the blues so bad
Meanwhile
City way
Lord the life goes creeping on, oh, come on
Sometimes
I get the blues
Hey Lord I get the blues so bad, hey
Meanwhile
City ways
Lord the life goes creeping on, hey
And sometimes
I get the blues
You know Lord I get the blues so bad
So bad, you know sometimes I get the blues so bad



Writer(s): Donald Hugh Walker


Cold Chisel - The Live Tapes Vol 4: The Last Stand of the Sydney Entertainment Centre, December 17 and 18, 2015




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