Lyrics: Sixx; Music: Sixx, Mars, Neil



Fireflies and dogfights

Runnin' hot in the heat

Street noise, another bribe

Things too hard to believe -- so head out



My heart's in the country

My feet's in the city with you

All my friends are eatin' sushi

Talkin' bad about you know who -- who -- who

My tongue's talkin' riddles

But I just can't seem to find a clue

So I take a swig of whiskey

And jump into the saddle with you -- you -- you



And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues

I got the city boy blues

I got the city boy blues

I got the city boy blues

I got the city boy blues

And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues



Cats in the alley

Rats in my snakeskin boots

All my neighbors think I'm crazy

And my girl thinks I'm losin' my cool -- cool -- cool



And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues

I got the city boy blues

I got the city boy blues

I got the city boy blues

I got the city boy blues

And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues



Don't look to Jesus to change your seasons

It's the American dream

Souls of gypsies, road of stone

Can't seem to find no peace -- so head out



And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues

And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues

I got the blues, I got the blues, got the city boy blues

And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues

And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues

And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues



I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues

I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues



(C)1985 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp./Nikki Sixx Music/Mick

Mars Music/Vince Neil Music, BMI.