Lyrics Disappearing Nightly - Bill Wyman's Rhythm Kings

Disappearing Nightly

I go where the weather`s good.
I do what I think I should.
I move nearly every day,
Trying to drive the blues away.
I do what I want to do.
I know who I`m talking to.
I`m heading down the highway.
I always do it my way.
Disappearing nightly,
Disappearing nightly,
Disappearing nightly.
I always take my pay in cash,
Kings, queens and jacks.
Life is like a card game,
Playing for the prize of fame.
Writing down another tune.
Yet another dressing room.
Cut another piece of cake.
Looking for a big break.
Try and make a square deal.
Hard to get a square meal.
Never get the ends to meet.
Seldom have enough to eat.
Haven`t time to make a friend.
I wonder where it all will end.
See you later.
.. got to go.
Got to make another show.