CITY LIGHTS
Sitting in the back room, got a belly full of Scotch, guess you could say, I`m on the rocks. Sitting in the back room, got a belly full of gin, guess you can see the state I`m in. Sitting in the back room, and I`m all outta luck, and I don`t give a damn that I`m all washed up. Sitting in the back room, and I`m crying like a dog. Guess you could say I had my lot. And I ain`t going nowhere, gonna sit it out tonight. No I ain`t going nowhere, see in the morning light. And I ain`t going nowhere, gonna pray to God I die as I watch the sun go down on those city lights.
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