Takin' It To The Streets lyrics

Patrick Simmons / Jeffrey Baxter / John Hartman

Caught up in wheels of fortune while you've been asleep
Come on, give it up, you got what's comin' to you
No use for you to struggle, now you're in too deep
It's gonna be a long, long time before it's through

Changin' wheels of fortune
Drivin' us on and on
Winnin', sometimes losin'
As soon as it's here it's gone
I'm so tired of losin'

Michael McDonald

You don't know me but I'm your brother
I was raised here in this living hell
You don't know my kind in your world
Fairly soon the time will tell
You, telling me the things you're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see

Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets

Patrick Simmons

Hey, hey, honey, what's on your mind
Well, you said that sleepin' with a poor band's not your style
Ain't that just a little unkind
Hey, Marlon Brando, what would you do in a spot like this
I don't play as your pawn tonight
Doin' the New York Hustle with a hundred dollar miss

Summer night in the city
New York girls they always make you feel so fine

Michael McDonald

There aren't enough words to say
When all I mean is I no longer love you
I'd like to leave it lie right there
For the rest ain't kind
I'm pickin' up my pride, and I'll be on my way
If you no longer need me
I only had a word or two that I care to say

Listen, baby
If you should ever find your spirit start to breaking
When your heart is aching
Remember me

Patrick Simmons / Jeffrey Baxter

When things get stale
You get on a boat and sail to Rio
The beaches and the sea
That's where I long to be
In Rio

But I'm workin' for the man every day up in the city
Got to get away on a boat around the corner
And it's waiting there for you and me
In Rio

Dark eyed lady
Drive Mercedes everywhere
In Rio

Tiran Porter

Well, I thought you'd be back on the track
But I guess I was wrong, man
For the look in your eyes was the same
Empty high that you'd shown
As I ran down the road I'd forgotten this load was upon you
So the band packed its bags and played on, goodbye

It's been years since I cried
But this feeling inside really hurt me
And you know that we're loyal

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo

Jesus is just alright with me
Jesus is just alright, oh yeah
Jesus is just alright with me
Jesus is just alright

I don't care what they may say
I don't care what they may do
I don't care what they may say
Jesus is just alright, oh yeah
Jesus is just alright

Tom Johnston

People all around me
Everywhere I go
I thought I had a grip on things
Now I just don't know
People turn their backs on me
My feet are movin' slow
I done time, I been shined
Ain't gonna fight no more
I'm gonna make it
I'm gonna try
Ain't no use to sit and cry

Turn it loose; don't hold back
Got to set your spirit free
Turn it loose; listen to me, children

Patrick Simmons / Jeffrey Baxter / Michael McDonald

There was a place in East St. Louis
It was in nineteen fifty nine
When they played they filled the streets with music
That lonely blue note music
That takes your cares away, far away

They packed the place when the band was playin'
To get some joy from a smoke filled room
Through that door you could see the bodies swayin'