Fireflies and dogfights
Runnin' hot in the heat
Street noise, another bribe
Things too hard to believe -- so head out
My heart's in the country
My feet's in the city with you
All my friends are eatin' sushi
Talkin' bad about you know who -- who -- who
My tongue's talkin' riddles
But I just can't seem to find a clue
So I take a swig of whiskey
And jump into the saddle with you -- you -- you
And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
Cats in the alley
Rats in my snakeskin boots
All my neighbors think I'm crazy
And my girl thinks I'm losin' my cool -- cool -- cool
And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
Don't look to Jesus to change your seasons
It's the American dream
Souls of gypsies, road of stone
Can't seem to find no peace -- so head out
And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
I got the blues, I got the blues, got the city boy blues
And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues
I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues
(C)1985 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp./Nikki Sixx Music/Mick
Mars Music/Vince Neil Music, BMI.
