Tall City Blues

Two, three, four

Well, I hate this town, hate this place
There ain't nothin' to do
Except go down to the bar each night
And drink 'til two
I hate my job, and I'm always in a bad mood
I fear I'm coming down with a case of the tall city blues

Well, I'm a CPA, I got my BBA from TTU
I crunch numbers in a high-rise
Counting barrels of crude
Me and my buddy's bitch in the break room
'Cause our boss went golfing this afternoon
And left us to fend for ourselves in the tall city blues

Tall city dreamin' is the difference in believin'
And makin' a livin' or lovin' what you do
Raisin' a family among strangers and wildcatters
Who were brought here by the boon
We'll all be strangers soon with tall city blues

This one-bedroom apartment is taking all my dough
Fifteen hundred a month for Venetian blinds and stained concrete floors
I lay back in my king-sized bed
Each night where I sleep alone
Dreaming about my next move, out of these tall city blues

Tall city dreamin' is the difference in believing
And making living or loving what you do
Raising a family among strangers and wildcatters
Who were brought here by the boon
We'll all be strangers soon with tall city blues

Got laid off this morning, did you not hear the news?
We took too much out of the ground than we knew what to do
Tonight, no one gives a damn whether your collar's white or blue
We'll drain our glasses by the masses and make a toast
To the tall city blues
Let's drain our glasses by the masses and make a toast
To the tall city blues (blues) ohh

Tall city dreaming is the difference in believing
And making living or loving what you do
Raising a family among strangers and wildcatters
Who were brought here by the boon
We'll all be strangers soon with tall city blues
We'll all be strangers soon with tall city blues