Sixto Rodriguez - Inner City Blues Lyrics
Going down a dirty inner city side roadI plottedMadness passed me by, she smiled hiI noddedLooked up as the sky began to cryShe shot it.Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o'clock this mornA cold factAsked about her bag, suburbia's such a dragWon't go back'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas hereAnd now he sees the news, but the picture's not too clear.Mama, Papa, stopTreasure what you gotSoon you may be caughtWithout itThe curfew's set for eightWill it ever all be straightI doubt it.7 jealous fools playing by her rulesCan't believe herHe feels so in between, can't break the sceneIt would grieve herAnd that's the reason why he must cryHe'll never leave her.Crooked children, yellow chalkWriting on the concrete walkTheir King diedDrinking from a Judas cup,Looking down but seeing upSweet red wine'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas hereAnd now you hear the musicBut the words don't sound too clear.Mama, Papa, stopTreasure what you gotSoon you may be caughtWithout itThe curfew's set for eightWill it ever all be straightI doubt it.Going down a dusty, Georgian side roadI wonderThe wind splashed in my faceCan smell a traceOf thunder
