Credits

Lyrics

Oooh, oooh
Spent all my money and my time
Oooh, oooh
Cold city
Got no work, can't pay my rent
Wish she just was heaven sent
So cruel
So cruel
Now I ain't heard from Jane in three long years
I heard she got eaten up by them jackals out in Queens
Swallowed up in this cold city
Guess that's why
Guess that's why I gotta play those blues
Oh, it's so hard
Cold, cold city
Officer, I done paid my fine
Not doing business with New York state of mind
Yeah
Cold misty town
Guess that's why
Guess that's why we love to play those blues
Oh, hustlin' man, I need my fix
Want a girl who's ready to stay
Oh, it just makes me
Makes someone like me wanna cry
Oooh, oooh
Cold city
Don't you know that I don't know what to do?
Take the N train home and all I do is think 'bout you
Thinkin' 'bout you, baby
Ain't heard a grown man cry in years
But I saw him on the street, he had so many tears
Flowin' down from his face
Guess that's why
Guess that's why, yeah yeah yeah
Oh baby, why I love to sing those blues
Mmm hmm hmm
Cold city
Written by: Jonathan Bonilla, MONTALI MICHAEL S
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