Radical Blues - Single Version
Gold wrapper whirling
Church steeple spikes the sky
He's smoking his last cigarette
As cars go zooming by
His smoke hits cement
And he turns to go
But this feeling that he fought
like a fly he can't swat
He can't let it go
He can't let it go
Like a child without a home
Like a dog without a bone
Bad news in the paper
Bad news on the box
So he's roaming yeah he's roaming now
He just wants to talk
About disappearing grizzly bears
And diamonds in the Congo
But this feeling that he fought
Like a fly he can't swat
He can't let it go
He can't let it go
Like a child without a home
Like a dog without a bone
Tired of the mean streets
And all the urban sprawl
So he packed up his back-pack
To get away from it all
Like a salmon he roamed
But a hostel ain't a home
No a hostel ain't a home
No no no no no
A hostel ain't a home
He just wants a quiet life
Football in the front yard
A little baby and a wife
It can't be that hard
Green grass in the suburbs
Angels in the snow
But this feeling that he fought
Like a fly he can't swat
He can't let it go
He can't let it go
Like a child without a home
Like a dog without a bone
He can't let it go no
He can't he can't he can't he can't he can't he can't
He can't let it go
Church steeple spikes the sky
He's smoking his last cigarette
As cars go zooming by
His smoke hits cement
And he turns to go
But this feeling that he fought
like a fly he can't swat
He can't let it go
He can't let it go
Like a child without a home
Like a dog without a bone
Bad news in the paper
Bad news on the box
So he's roaming yeah he's roaming now
He just wants to talk
About disappearing grizzly bears
And diamonds in the Congo
But this feeling that he fought
Like a fly he can't swat
He can't let it go
He can't let it go
Like a child without a home
Like a dog without a bone
Tired of the mean streets
And all the urban sprawl
So he packed up his back-pack
To get away from it all
Like a salmon he roamed
But a hostel ain't a home
No a hostel ain't a home
No no no no no
A hostel ain't a home
He just wants a quiet life
Football in the front yard
A little baby and a wife
It can't be that hard
Green grass in the suburbs
Angels in the snow
But this feeling that he fought
Like a fly he can't swat
He can't let it go
He can't let it go
Like a child without a home
Like a dog without a bone
He can't let it go no
He can't he can't he can't he can't he can't he can't
He can't let it go
Credits
Writer(s): Caitlin Oneill, Dan Lloyd, Jon Amey, Kevin D'abramo, Paul Holland, Wil Rawlins
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