Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Inner City Blues, artist - Sixto Rodriguez. Date of issue: 04.03.1970
Song language: English
Inner City Blues |
| Going down a dirty inner city side road |
| I plotted |
| Madness passed me by, she smiled: «Hi» |
| I nodded |
| Looked up as the sky began to cry |
| She shot it |
| Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o’clock this morn' |
| A cold fact |
| Asked about her bag, suburbia’s such a drag |
| Won’t go back |
| 'Cos Papa don’t allow no new ideas here |
| And now he sees the news, but the picture’s not too clear |
| Mama, Papa, stop |
| Treasure what you got |
| Soon you may be caught |
| Without it |
| The curfew’s set for eight |
| Will it ever all be straight |
| I doubt it |
| Seven jealous fools playing by her rules |
| Can’t believe her |
| He feels so in between, can’t break the scene |
| It would grieve her |
| And that’s the reason why he must cry |
| He’ll never leave her |
| Crooked children, yellow chalk |
| Writing on the concrete walk |
| Their King died |
| Drinking from a Judas cup |
| Looking down but seeing up |
| Sweet red wine |
| 'Cos Papa don’t allow no new ideas here |
| And now you hear the music, but the words don’t sound too clear |
| Mama, Papa, stop |
| Treasure what you got |
| Soon you may be caught |
| Without it |
| The curfew’s set for eight |
| Will it ever all be straight |
| I doubt it |
| Going down a dusty, Georgian side road |
| I wonder |
| The wind splashed in my face can smell a trace |
| Of thunder |