87 acessos
I was born and raised in the Ghetto
Talk with me and you know.
I wasn't satisfied with living on this side
I started looking around for a possibility -
Listen to my story of what became of me.
I met a business man who said he'd got some friends back eas
So why don't you come along
well
we can help you at least.
So make you into a big star by playing your guitar.
But the joke was on me
they left me flat
you see.
Goin' back West - yes I know I'll make it alright.
Goin' back West - where my music's playing aU. night.
Goin' back West - I think I do alright.
Goin' back West - yes I know I'll make it alright. . . .
Strugglin' for recognition
identity and respect
I got a lot of promises they told me not to fret.
Said we will stand by you if the goin' gets rough
But when I started thinking they didn't even bluff.
But a year has come and gone
they left me standing here
Thinking how it could have been
'cause still I ain't nowhere.
They surely took me for a ride
trampled on my pride
But I hold my head up high
got no more tears to cry.
Going back West - yes I know I'll make it alright . . .
Going back West - yes I know I'll make it alright.