Robert Plant & The Strange Sensation - Tin Pan Valley lyrics

I come from Tin Pan Valley and I'm moving right along I live on former glory, so long ago and gone I'm turning down the talk shows, the humor and the couch I'm moving up to higher ground, I've found a new way out There's parasols and barbeque's and loungers by the pool The late night conversations filled with 20th century cool My peers may flirt with cabaret, some fake the rebel yell Me, I'm moving up to higher ground, I must escape this hell Let me suspend my thirst for knowledge in your powder, sweat and sighs A grudge of Christian women, a stain of spotless wives A perfect destination inside a perfect world I take the bottle to the baby, you take the hammer to the pearl Like this Oh like this Like this Oh like this Every day's like Sunday, down here on memory lane Salad days and no good ways can drive me quite insane A co*ktail clouded troubadour attempts to speak in tongues He's said, ‽Enough, I'm through the door I'm moving right along Along, along, along, along” Like this Oh like this Like this Oh like this Oh like this Like this