If you don't know, don't know what you're missing now Dixie Highway to Detroit city Take off a Friday and do your hair up pretty Hard hillbilly, mow town row Song so good you drive just to listen Yeah, you don't know, hah! Car's made of soul and

Here is where her heart I'm here with open arms and I got her I'm here and I won't go without her This is where her heart belongs it should be here with me Wash these demons away 10 a.m. it's west side bitch She see the glasses, so obvious Run from home,

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river Big wheel keep on turnin' Proud Mary keep on burnin' Left a good job in the city Workin' for the man ev'ry night and day And I never lost one minute of sleepin' Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been Cleaned

'Round and 'round they go Throw it up, watch it fall and drop Than to get down in a hole 1500, all in singles (straight up!) Rather be strapped and ride with a pole Champions, we run the city Number one, they fallin' from the top 'Round and 'round they

Yeah, they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one And they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one Let me tell you now, you’re the lucky one New to town with a made up name in the Angel city, chasing fortune and fame And the camera flashes, make it look

We had an apartment in the city Me and Loretta liked living there Well, it'd been years since the kids had grown A life of their own left us alone John and Linda live in Omaha And Joe is somewhere on the road We lost Davy in the Korean war And I still

Airplanes cut through the clouds Like angels can fly, we'll never die Sirens cut through the night Like screams that are fire, rising up high Like I've something to prove, nothing to lose In this city, in this city oh Most of my life

Que pasa, New York? New York City, back in New York City, New York City Standing on the corner Just me and Yoko Ono We was waiting for Jerry to land Up come a man with a guitar in his hand Singing, "Have a marijuana if you can" His name was David Peel

Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don Inna New York City, inna New York City New York girl, dem a mad over we Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle Hope I don’t catch a homo, grossing our net Simultaneously making me climb higher

They know that it's almost over They know that it's almost In time, I will leave the city For now, I will stay alive Of tending to this fire I've used up all I've collected I have singed my hands