Tall City Blues

Two, three, four Well, I hate this town, hate this place There ain't nothin' to do Except go down to the bar each night And drink 'til two I hate my job, and I'm always in a bad mood I fear I'm coming down with a case of the tall city blues Well, I'm a CPA, I got my BBA from TTU I crunch numbers in a high-rise Counting barrels of crude Me and my buddy's bitch in the break room 'Cause our boss went golfing this afternoon And left us to fend for ourselves in the tall city blues Tall city dreamin' is the difference in believin' And makin' a livin' or lovin' what you do Raisin' a family among strangers and wildcatters Who were brought here by the boon We'll all be strangers soon with tall city blues This one-bedroom apartment is taking all my dough Fifteen hundred a month for Venetian blinds and stained concrete floors I lay back in my king-sized bed Each night where I sleep alone Dreaming about my next move, out of these tall city blues Tall city dreamin' is the difference in believing And making living or loving what you do Raising a family among strangers and wildcatters Who were brought here by the boon We'll all be strangers soon with tall city blues Got laid off this morning, did you not hear the news? We took too much out of the ground than we knew what to do Tonight, no one gives a damn whether your collar's white or blue We'll drain our glasses by the masses and make a toast To the tall city blues Let's drain our glasses by the masses and make a toast To the tall city blues (blues) ohh Tall city dreaming is the difference in believing And making living or loving what you do Raising a family among strangers and wildcatters Who were brought here by the boon We'll all be strangers soon with tall city blues We'll all be strangers soon with tall city blues