Текст пісні City Life - Bobby Darin

City Life

Where I'm from we ain't got no river
Runnin' through no backyard
Get your tan on the roof
And that's the truth
The cement sure gets hard

When you're raised in the city you don't have time having times

School school bell ring, catch 'em at the corner
Waitin' till the day begins
Junior blue collars
Tryin' to feel the dollars
Till the lucky number wins

When you're raised in the city you don't have time having times

Empty out the classroom, fill up the pool hall
Tell the man you turned eighteen
Play a game of stickball until you hear your ma call
Another night of rice and beans

When you're raised in the city you don't have time having times
When you're raised in the city you don't have time having times
No way

Thirty-eight degrees, the middle of November
The heat don't come on till it snows
Got a new mayor, he's a doin' not a sayin'
But what he's doin' nobody knows

When you're raised in the city you don't have time having times

Where I'm from we ain't got no river
Runnin' through no backyard
Get your tan on the roof
And that's the truth
The cement sure gets hard