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Joe Strummer

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Sometimes, sometimes Good luck comes in threes Sometimes, sometimes You see the sun through the trees Old times in your mind Turn like a steering wheel Ninety-nine lonely miles 'Til you can strike your deal Money dreams, money dreams Oh, let your body sleep Sunny schemes and darling That California beach Tell me why, tell me why All motorcycle cops wanna die Looking good, looking fine The sun is high in the sky When it's a long way back to your laundromat Got no protection from the city block codes With the law and order north of the border Motor gypsies keep on running down the road Hit and run, hit and run Got speeding tickets to the sun You need a gun from where I come In shaking city on the run City rats, city rats No more chewing at my coat Pay for bags and silk hats Manhattan overload When it's a long way back to your laundromat And your holy fool hauled by the track With the law and order north of the border Wise guys keep on running like the facts In my time, in my time I drank a lake of hobo wine Now that I'm in my prime And two boxes don't run on dimes How far wrong, how far wrong I never get no nearer home Now say to me, say to me The road ain't what it used to be When it's a long way back to your laundromat And your holy fool hauled by the track With the law and order north of the border Wise guys keep on running like the facts When it's a long way back to your laundromat Got no protection from the city block codes With the law and order north of the border Motor gypsies keep on running way down the road Hat's of silk, hat's of silk Charlie Parker drinks whiskey and milk All the time, rain or shine The summer dude is losing his mind Fifty grand, fifty grand That's fifty grand laying in your hand Ain't no man in the land Who gets up and walks from fifty grand His brother Al, his brother Al He ain't exactly Elmore's pal He said to me, said to me "This road ain't what it used to be" Stop for gas, stop for gas Get off the state coach at your pass Don't mind, don't mind Cadillacs are rolling off the line Elmore, Elmore Tell me what you're running for Why the hell, Elmore Don't you have a handle to your door? In his time, in his time Elmore had a little hobo wine Way to go, way to go But where I'm going I don't know Crazy dude, the crazy dude Got up and walked out on his crew No way to be misunderstood I bet you thought he ain't no good In my time, in my time I had a little hobo wine Take it from me, take it from me The road ain't what it used to be I've been there, I've been there Standing at the top of the stair When you're high, better say bye-bye The stars are always falling from the sky Ten thousand miles, ten thousand miles I need to retread all my tires Straight, far and wide 'Til she give me a place to hide He's a fool, he's a fool Don't teach him nothing at his school Something bugging, crazy cugging Why can't the man be cool? Way it is with this guy Never seen him laugh or heard him cry Who is he? Don't ask me I'm the guy who makes deliveries Can't dance, can't sing Won't give a girl a diamond ring He ain't folks when he smokes And he ain't going where you think Sometimes, sometimes Good luck comes in threes Sometimes, sometimes You see the sun from the trees Those eyes in your mind Turn like a steering wheel Ninety-nine lonely miles Too late to strike a deal Sometimes, sometimes