Guitar Slinger lyrics

Written by d. tiomkin and n. washington

When you’re young and so in love as we
And bewildered by the world we see
Why do people hurt us so
Only those in love would know
What a town without pity can do

If we stop to gaze upon a star
People talk about how bad we are
Ours is not an easy age
We’re like tigers in a cage
What a town without pity can do

Written by s.r. vaughan and d. bramhall

Well, the house is a-rockin’
Don’t bother knockin’
Yeah the house is a-rockin’
Don’t bother knockin’
Yeah the house is a-rockin’
Don’t bother come on in

Kick off your shoes, start losin’ the blues
This old house ain’t got nothin’ to lose

Written by b. setzer

Hey, louis prima
We gotta get the hell outta town
’cause I’ve been datin’ a chick with some swively hips
And her boyfriend don’t want me around

And wouldn’t it be kinda funny
If we got outta town with all the money
Hey, louis prima
You sure know how to lay it on down

We were doin’ all-nighters
Cruisin’ to a gig in vegas

Written by b. setzer

Diamonds and pearls, black silk stockings
In her own world when she’s rockin’
She don’t hang out with anyone else in the crowd

Stiletto heels on the dance floor
Does what she feels as the crowd roars
She doesn’t care what anyone else thinks of her

My baby only cares for me
We’re a ship in the night all alone on the sea

Written by b. setzer

You say you love me baby
Well this ain’t no lost and found
I’ve got just one deal to make then I’ll be trouble bound
They say that you’re a doll, that with you I’ll keep on winnin’
I think they’re talkin’ ’bout the kind of doll that you stick pins in

You’re my hoodoo voodoo doll

Written by b. setzer

Now some people got it and some people don’t
I’m talkin’ ’bout gettin’ all the things in life that you want
You can wish it might happen
You can call it dumb luck
But that guy’s so lucky, he’s just way much too much

He’s the man with the magic touch
He’s the man with the magic touch

Written by b. setzer and j. mcdonnell

There’s the rockabilly cats with their pomps real high
Wearin’ black drape coats, all real gone guys
Cool skinheads with their rolled-up jeans
Lookin’ real tough and mighty mean

There’s a rumble in brighton tonight
Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight
There ain’t a damn thing that the cops can do

Written by b. setzer

Cruisin’ ’round this hopeless town,
Down the lovely streets of desire
You’re my angel of mercy all dressed in white
And I’m a smokin’ gun for hire

Takin’ a walk on the wild side
Johnny’s got a habit that he can’t hide
Livin’ life from high to high
When nighttime comes, you can hear him cry

Written by j. strummer and b. setzer

When it’s raining and times are hard
And there’s too much junk in the backyard
You hope for a rainbow
Be it lotto or keno
In the trailer park
That’s the light in the dark
In all of the valleys
Under lucky stars
By the satellite dishes
And the non-running cars
I’m feeling all the people dreaming

Blue tiles are cool

Written by j. strummer and b. setzer

As I came acrose the pecos and broke west of the line
This thunderstorm was running and it ran me out of time
So I was racing through the rain with this rig from tennessee
When a voice cut through the static, bringing comfort home to me

They were singing
I ain’t sittin’ in no shack
Got me a ford right out the back
So come on and roll me over