The Black 47 - Green Suede Shoes lyrics

Six months out on the road Don't know if I'm ever goin' home Out there in the middle of America Out of my head, feelin' hysterical Wishin' that I was back in New York Playin' in Reilly's on a Saturday night Man on the phone says "I ain't jokin'" Would yez ever come and play for us out in Hoboken?" So we hop in the van and we drive overnight Goin' to sweet New Jersey, startin' to feel alright But the word is out that the boys are back in town 30,000 Paddies start gettin' on down When we hit the stage, police chief goes nuts What the hell am I gonna do with 30,000 drunks He say "stop the music, I'm in charge" Then he goes and he shut down alla the bars I don't care if you got the blues Just keep the hell off my green suede shoes You can do anything you choose But don't go messin' up my green suede, green suede shoes Then we're comin' from Providence late one night 3 hours from home, hey life is alright We're discussin' the demise of T Rex Next thing we know the van is up on its a** The windows are smashed, we're bouncin' off the Turnpike The troopers come and haul us off the black ice One says "Hi, my name is Kevin It's a pleasure to meet you - Black 47" So we're doin' Letterman, Leno and O'Brien 200 gigs a year and I'm outa my mind We got our picture in Time Magazine Hey, babe, I'm livin' the American Dream Then a lawyer called up about Bridie and the baby Wants to sue my a** for doin' the Funky Ceili And I just got a message from a brother of Maria "C'mon out to Bensonhurst, we all want a piece of ya" But the more I play the deeper I'm in debt If we ever get a hit, I'll be out on the street I never knew I had so many friends I'm gonna run against Rudy when this whole thing ends I got lawyers and accountants up the kazoo Managers and agents tellin' me what to do With the money I'm eventually gonna make But can you loan me a token - get me to the next gig