Subway To Success
-J. White-R. Younkins-
Spoiled rotten baby, little debutante
Pound on the floor if you don’t get what you want
Time sure did a number on you
I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true
Chasin’ my dreams, chasin’ my drinks
Chip on my shoulder ‘cause this show business stinks
Hollywood’s just a dead end town
Sit on my ass & watch the world go round
(I was) Knocked down, kicked in the face
Just a skinny boy & I feel outta place
Ridin’ on the subway to success
I got a postcard from my girl today
You know Virginia is so far away
She said I must cut all ties with you
You’re goin’ nowhere & you’ll get there soon
I made the cover of the Rollin’ Stone
Now I’m sippin’ my wine in the corner alone
I have to go back to the end of the line
And start all over ‘cause this cat’s got nine
(I was) Knocked down, put on the shelf
Dust off the hot seat for somebody else
There ain’t no one here to impress, Not to impress
Knocked down, kicked in the face
Just a skinny boy & I feel outta place
Ridin’ on the subway to success, I only got one token left
One token left
©2005 The Blues Vultures/Ronnie Younkins, All Rights Reserved
The Blues Vultures:
Subway To Success
-J. White-R. Younkins-
©2005 The Blues Vultures/Ronnie Younkins