Go To the City

Words & Music by Christopher Kent

Listen to me momma, won’t you let me talk
We’ve gotta get it together, buy us a pickup truck
We’re gonna load all our glory and our credentials inside
Then around about midnight we’re gonna go for a ride

We’re gonna go to the city, momma,
Gonna make you feel just fine
We’re gonna go to the city, momma,
Gonna make you feel all right

Now if you’ve got no problems you’ve got no one to thank
You never let me put my money in your savings bank
But when we hit the town, we’re gonna do it up right
We’re gonna raise the devil all through the night

We’re gonna go to the city, momma,
Gonna make you feel just fine
We’re gonna go to the city, momma,
Gonna make you feel all right

And if you need me, and you can’t find a soul
You just come looking for me, I’ll be down in my hole
I’ll be downtown, hanging around

Listen to me momma, don’t you think it’s time
We put our foot on the gas, left this place behind
The moon is rising and the road is clear
We gotta step on the gas and get out of here

We’re gonna go to the city, momma,
Gonna make you feel just fine
We’re gonna go to the city, momma,
Gonna make you feel all right

Copyright 1973 by Christopher Kent. All rights reserved.