Lo importante - Leo Bidegay

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"Hey, Mary Show me that riff" "Okay" You get a shiver in the dark It's a raining in the park but meantime South of the river, you stop and you hold everything A band is blowing Dixie, double-four time You feel alright when you hear the music ring Well, now you step inside but you don't see too many faces Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down (down) Competition in other places Oh, but the horns, they blowin' that sound Way on down south Way on down south, London town Check out guitar, George, he knows all the chords Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make them cry or sing They tell an old guitar is all, he can afford When he gets up under the lights to play his thing And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright He can play the honky-tonk like anything Savin' it up for Friday night With the sultans We're the sultans of swing Yeah, hell Sultans of swing We're the sultans of swing Sultans of swing We're the sultans of swing Sultans of swing We're the sultans of swing Sultans of swing We're the sultans of swing And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone And says, at last just as the time bell rings Goodnight, now it's time to go home And he makes it fast with one more thing We are the sultans We are the sultans of swing Sultans of swing Sultans of swing

You got a fast car I want a ticket to anywhere Maybe we make a deal Maybe together we can get somewhere Any place is better Starting from zero got nothing to lose Maybe we'll make something But me myself I got nothing to prove You got a fast car And I got a plan to get us out of here I been working at the convenience store Managed to save just a little bit of money We won't have to drive too far Just 'cross the border and into the city You and I can both get jobs And finally see what it means to be living You see my old man's got a problem He live with the bottle that's the way it is He says his body's too old for working I say his body's too young to look like his My Mama went off and left him She wanted more from life than he could give I said somebody's got to take care of him So I quit school and that's what I did You got a fast car Is it fast enough so we can fly away We gotta make a decision We leave tonight or live and die this way I remember we were driving driving in your car The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder And I had a feeling that I belonged And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone You got a fast car And we go cruising to entertain ourselves You still ain't got a job And I work in a market as a checkout girl I know things will get better You'll find work and I'll get promoted We'll move out of the shelter Buy a big house and live in the suburbs So remember we were driving driving in your car The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder And I had a feeling that I belonged And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone You got a fast car And I got a job that pays all our bills You stay out drinking late at the bar See more of your friends than you do of your kids I'd always hoped for better Thought maybe together you and me would find it I got no plans I ain't going nowhere So take your fast car and keep on driving So remember we were driving driving in your car The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder And I had a feeling that I belonged And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone