Текст песни One Long Day (Live) - Cold Chisel

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

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

Well, you got to move
You got to go
You got to be somebody
And you've got to roll
You got to stop
Eh, you got to change
You gotta 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
'Til the first-light struck me down

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

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

You know I'll disappear some long weekend
I find a mangrove landscape
Stretch out along some busted jetty
Forget who I am, yeah, ooh, get away

You got to move
You got to go
You got to be somebody
And you got to roll
You got to stop
You got to change
You got to make a little money, mama
And be a little strange, oh yeah

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 café fans
One long day

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

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

Meanwhile, yeah
City ways
Lord, the 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, all right
You know, I get the blues so bad sometimes

Meanwhile
City ways
Lord, the life goes creeping on, goes on and on
Goes on and 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

Thank you