Lyrics

Well, I'm tired of the pressure, So tired of the pace Just wanna grab you baby And get out of this place I got no chance of makin' it, Working downtown Been walkin' slow and talkin' low And tired of goin' down, down, down. Start the car We gotta move This ain't no livin' This ain't no groove It's been a long hard road Come on baby, drive it home Start the car. Well, we started out for paradise, It ain't no Promised Land This ain't no kind of livin' For an honest working man There's people dyin' on the streets That never make the news While others livin' up on the hill Singin' the white boy blues. Start the car We gotta move This ain't no livin' This ain't no groove This city's rich We're dirt poor Somewhere waiting There's something more Start the car. --- Instrumental --- Well, we're goin' out with dignity Goin' out with style Gonna lay down that hammer, babe And make our own road across the miles I can't take this town one more day, babe. Start the car We gotta move This ain't no livin' This ain't no groove This city's rich We're dirt poor Somewhere waiting There's gotta be something more. Start the car We gotta move This ain't no livin' This ain't no groove It's been a long hard road Come on baby, drive it home. Start the car Yeah, start the car baby. --- Instrumental with ad libs to fade ---
Writer(s): Jude Cole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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