Jon Geihsler - back to the city blues

We've been hustling in this town for too damn long
We need to get
We need to get done gone
So pack up your bags
We're leaving at dawn
This ain't how the postcards make it seem
Down here on the ground
These streets are mean
Crowded and vile
But oh so clean

Conductor, put this train in gear
We've stalled here every weekend night this year
Thank god I've got you, Dear
I'm stuck in New York City
With the back to the city blues

I got a room. No view and the ceiling leaks
The problem is
I can't afford the lease
There's no way in hell
We're moving to Queens
Let's take all the cash we ain't got for rent
And drink until
We don't remember what we spent
This whiskey and you are heaven sent

Conductor, put this train in gear
We've stalled here every weekend night this year
Thank god I've got you, Dear
I'm stuck in New York City
With the back to the city blues
Conductor, put this train in gear
We've stalled here every weekend night this year
Thank god I've got you, Dear
I'm stuck in New York City
With the back to the city blues
Yeah, I'm stuck in New York City
But at least I found you
Now we're stuck in New York City
And we're never gonna move

Written by:
Jon Geihsler

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