The ladies come to see you
If your name still rings a
bell
They give you damn near nothin'
And they'll say they knew
you well
So you tell 'em you'll remember
But they know it's just a
game
And along the way their faces
All begin to look the same
And when you stop to let 'em
know
You got it down
It's just another town along
the road
Well it isn't for the money
And it's only for a while
You stalk about the rooms
And you roll away the miles
Gamblers in the neon, clinging
to guitars
You're right about the moon
But you're wrong about the
stars
And when you stop to let 'em
know
You got it down
It's just another town along
the way
(c) 1971 WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING
CORP. & ROAD CANYON MUSIC
Marco Giunco |
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