Dewese-James
Everytime you feel like you're in doubt
This old city makes you mad but you can't go home now
You cannot sleep and it's getting pretty late
Turn off your television and put on those old mix tapes.
And I know that it's hard
But don't let it get you down
All those people are such clowns
And no one loves you in this town, oh no no.
Turn down fairfax to the corner store
A box of tea and medicines, there's a quarter on the floor
The bellhops and barmaids are so unkind
They tell each other jokes and you know you're the punchline.
And I know that it's hard
And you cannot stand the noise
That old lady in her Rolls-Royce
When you're just a country boy, oh boy, oh boy.
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And I know that it's hard
It's enough to make you weep
All those con artists and smug creeps
But all you really need is sleep, a night sweet dream.
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