Текст песни In The City - Tavares

Born in the city
And raised in the streets
It took two cops to walk one beat
I live to fight
And to hit and run
Stealing in the lampoon
Just a-everyday fun

Come to the city
Cowboys and Indians
And soldiers of war
Yes, yes, yes
Ain't it a pity
Cases of Willie you cannot afford
I ain't got a dime
You see the chick over there
I think she is working in the city

Young girls going alone
And looking what you do it for
Before they go wrong
They are out their working
The lazy are just sitting
And driving big cars

Young girls working
And working their jobs
Come to the city
Cowboys and Indians
And soldiers of war
Ain't it a pity
Cases of the Willie you cannot afford

Say Mister can you give me some wine
Sorry little brother but you are only mine
Her Mama keeps a-working
Just to bring them some rice
Cowboys and Indians
And soldiers of war
Ain't it a pity
Cases of Willie you cannot afford

The city keeps holding dead to the night
Say Mister can you give me some wine
Sorry little brother but you are only mine
Her Mama keeps a-working
Just to bring them more rice
The city keeps a-holding debit to the night.