City

(álbum: Ten - 1990)

Nine months on the road
Don't know if it's night or day
A little gypsy blood
Sure seems to go a long way
Time's getting tough
So, I'm getting tougher
Just let the music rock these blues away

Caught up in a jet stream
Another day here and gone
Acetylene, gasoline, Jimmy Beam
Keeps us moving on
Rocking and rolling
All my sweat and blood
Backstage floozies, all looking for love

Take me to the city
Back home where I belong
Back to the city
Rock me all night long
Take me to the city
Back home where I belong
Hot town, big city
Rocking all night long

Knock, knock, knock
Knocking on the devil's door
Get a little, give a lot
But you always gotta give more
One day you're in, then
Next day you're out
Living on the edge is what it's all about