| Lyrics: | Well, I'm hanging around the depot, boys,
Trying to get a job,
I'm so sick and tired of
being laid off,
No silver lining, no rainbow's end,
Bills in my mailbox, that's all they
ever send,
All they ever send.
Well, I'm hanging around the corner, boys,
Holding up the wall,
Feeling kinda sloppy, waiting for a call.
Running out of
patience, running out of cool,
Don't turn on the radio, I don't want to hear the news,
Don't want to hear the news.
Well, you sure look good, baby, sure look neat,
Sure make sense from your head to your feet,
You don't want to know me now, but you're
gonna change your mind,
I'm going to Fat City, gonna do things in style.
Well, you
sure look good, baby, sure look neat,
Sure make sense from your head to your feet,
Making
all the ice melt when you walk down the street,
Making all the ice melt when you walk down the
street.
You don't want to know me now, but you're gonna change your mind,
I'm going to Fat
City, gonna do things in style.
Well, my motor won't run man,
I'm sure it's on the
blink,
Ain't had no gasoline since God knows when,
I'm waiting for that woman, ain't she
ever gonna show?
Don't keep me waiting, I got some place else to go,
Some place else to
go.
Well, I'm hanging round the depot, boys,
Can't get a job,
I'm so sick and
tired of being laid off,
No silver lining, no rainbow's end,
Blues in my mailbox, that's
all they ever send,
All they ever send,
All they ever send. |
