Текст: Motley Crue. City Boy Blues.

Fireflies and dogfights
Runnin' hot in the heat
Street noise, another bribe
Things too hard to believe go head out

My heart's in the country
My feet's in the city with you
All my friends are eatin' sushi
Talkin' bad about you know who, who, who

My tongue's talkin' riddles
But I just can't seem to find a clue
So I take a swig of whiskey
Jump into the saddle with you, you, you

And I just can't seem to break
The shackles of the city boy blues
Well, I got the city boy blues
Well, I got the city boy blues

I got the city boy blues
Hey, I got the city boy blues
And I just can't seem to break
The shackles of the city boy blues

Cats in the alley
Rats in my snake skin boots
All my neighbors think I'm crazy
And my girl thinks I'm losin' my cool, cool, cool

And I just can't seem to break
The shackles of the city boy blues
Well, I got the city boy blues

Well, I got the city boy blues

I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
And I just can't seem to break
The shackles of the city boy blues

Don't look to Jesus to change your seasons
It's the American dream
Souls of gypsies, road of stone
Can't seem to find no peace go head out

And I just can't seem to break
The shackles of the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the booze, I got the blues

Well, I got the city boy blues
And I just can't seem to break
The shackles of the city boy blues
And I just can't seem to break
The shackles of the city boy blues

And I just can't seem to break
The shackles of the city boy blues

I got the city boy blues
Got the blues, got the blues
Hey yeah, city boy blues
Hey yeah