paroles de chanson New York City - Kevin Johnson

Big plane, bass man, you're thinner in the face, man
And Winter is almost on us
Trash can, song man,
Letters from the tax man, Hoping to hear things from us
And we got nothin' We got nothin'
We can try to persevere for another year
But we're never gonna make it here in New York City

Hey day, pay days, whiskey for the DJ's
Doesn't leave much for dancing
One hop, don't stop, make it to the real top
Might as well stop romancing, That we're gonna go there
We're goin' nowhere
The rock and roll finds of North Caroline
Are never gonna make the big time in New York City

Southbound Greyhound, headed for my home town
Leavin' round ten this evening
Down in the old town,
Walking on my home ground, Is reason enough for leavin'
'Cause we got nothin'
We got nothin', The rock and roll finds of North Caroline
Are never gonna make the big time in New York City