クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kansas
Performer
Dave Hope
Musician
Phil Ehart
Musician
Kerry Livgren
Musician
Robby Steinhardt
Musician
R. Williams
Musician
Steve Walsh
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Hope
Songwriter
Phil Ehart
Composer
Steve Walsh
Composer
Richard Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeff Glixman
Producer
Wally Gold
Producer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Sometimes when I'm walking down
This lonely street
Well, it sure don't seem like it's been twenty years
Since I went walking down
This lonely street
And the smell of perfumed ladies filled the air, yeah
[Verse 2]
This street ain't got no name
Dead end is in the river
And I lived where I hated life day by day
There wasn't nothing that I could do
To shake a cold night shiver
'Cause to move up Lonely Street you had to have some say, yeah
[Verse 3]
Gambling is bad luck
Down on Lonely Street
It sure ain't no place to be when a man gets sore
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 4]
You know, I killed a man and I paid all I can
With twenty years on a chain gang
For the flesh and the blood on that jailhouse floor
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 5]
Sometimes when I'm walking down
This lonely street
I get caught up in a dream that won't let me go
And as a bright light flash up and down
This lonely street
My mind rolls back the years long time ago
[Verse 6]
I see my baby stumblin' round
With tears in her eyes
And as I reach out to her
She falls on the floor
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 7]
She mumbles through bloody lips
About a bad man, robber, raper
And in my gut, I know i got one to score
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 8]
Tell you, baby
[Verse 9]
I need somebody
Oh, yeah
I need somebody
Yeah
[Verse 10]
Oh, I need it
And I need it
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 11]
And I need it
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 12]
The word was comin' down
Down on Lonely Street
That the black man was a dead man if he crossed my trail
Every night, I'd walk up and down
This lonely street
I get stinkin' drunk and always in jail
[Verse 13]
One night, they threw me in
With a man they called the mangler
He was caught on the street rapin' some old whore
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 14]
I remember he was quite proud of that
So half-crazed, I shot him
And I cried in the blood on that jailhouse floor
Oh, I don't want no more
[Verse 15]
Oh, yeah, yeah
Written by: Dave Hope, Phil Ehart, Richard Williams, Steve Walsh

