Black 47 - Green Suede Shoes Lyrics
Six months out on the roadDon't know if I'm ever goin' homeOut there in the middle of AmericaOut of my head, feelin' hystericalWishin' that I was back in New YorkPlayin' in Reilly's on a Saturday nightMan on the phone says "I ain't jokin'"Would yez ever come and play for us out in Hoboken?"So we hop in the van and we drive overnightGoin' to sweet New Jersey, startin' to feel alrightBut the word is out that the boys are back in town30,000 Paddies start gettin' on downWhen we hit the stage, police chief goes nutsWhat the hell am I gonna do with 30,000 drunksHe say "stop the music, I'm in charge"Then he goes and he shut down alla the barsI don't care if you got the bluesJust keep the hell off my green suede shoesYou can do anything you chooseBut don't go messin' up my green suede, green suede shoesThen we're comin' from Providence late one night3 hours from home, hey life is alrightWe're discussin' the demise of T RexNext thing we know the van is up on its assThe windows are smashed, we're bouncin' off the TurnpikeThe troopers come and haul us off the black iceOne says "Hi, my name is KevinIt's a pleasure to meet you - Black 47"So we're doin' Letterman, Leno and O'Brien200 gigs a year and I'm outa my mindWe got our picture in Time MagazineHey, babe, I'm livin' the American DreamThen a lawyer called up about Bridie and the babyWants to sue my ass for doin' the Funky CeiliAnd I just got a message from a brother of Maria"C'mon out to Bensonhurst, we all want a piece of ya"But the more I play the deeper I'm in debtIf we ever get a hit, I'll be out on the streetI never knew I had so many friendsI'm gonna run against Rudy when this whole thing endsI got lawyers and accountants up the kazooManagers and agents tellin' me what to doWith the money I'm eventually gonna makeBut can you loan me a token - get me to the next gig
