Lyrics Cold Shot - Ron Young, Steve Stevens

Cold Shot

Many years since I was here,
On the street I was passin' my time away
To the left and to the right,
Buildings towering to the sky
It’s outta sight, in the dead of night
Here I am,
And in this city,
With a fistful of dollars
And baby, you’d better believe
I’m back, back in the New York Groove
I’m back, back in the New York Groove
I’m back, back in the New York Groove
Back in New York Groove, in the New York Groove
In the back of my Cadillac
A wicked lady sittin' by my side,
Sayin' «Where are we?»
Stop at Third and Forty-three,
Exit to the night
It’s gonna be ecstasy,
This place was meant for me Feels so good tonight, who cares about tomorrow
So, baby, you’d better believe
I’m back, back in the New York Groove