Sittin here in a backstreet bar No future spirit is low Aint no money for a grey hound ticket Bad stories all in a row Hair splitters tail gunners all over town Im a stranger this city is bringin me down Save me Save me Save my life No chance for a first class hooker Cant even pay my booze They wanna bend me the way they need me But Im not bound to lose Dont want to get called up Im not gonna fight their ways Im a free man black stallion Come to my door
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