City Liners by Good Rats Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Every Friday night at ten I would call for my best friend
And sneak a couple of his daddy's Ballantines
And we'd do them in a flash, gettin' off behind the trash
Then we'd run to catch the Double A to City Line
[Verse 2]
And we'd walk straight to the rear, didn't want nobody near
And we'd goof on every ugly girl who came along
And we'd sing the latest tune, and make some elbow room
City Liners thirty members strong
[Chorus]
Yes, the boys would meet on a dead end street
And brag about their woman to pass away the time
And they'd shoot the breeze on their knees
Whoa how I miss that City Line
[Verse 3]
Saturday night the same old thing except we'd switch to wine
Seems it got us there in half the time
Freddie Bauman's disappeared, you know he's married Lucille Stein
And them City Liners down to twenty-nine
[Chorus]
Yes, the boys would meet on a dead end street
And brag about their woman to pass away the time
And they'd shoot the breeze on their knees
Whoa how I miss that City Line
[Verse 4]
Sunday night I'm all alone like the four other nights in the week
School in the morning and I got to get my sleep
Well even now sixteen years later with all that left behind
I still think about my City Line
[Chorus]
Yes, the boys would meet on a dead end street
And brag about their woman to pass away the time
And they'd shoot the breeze on their knees
Whoa how I miss that City Line
Every Friday night at ten I would call for my best friend
And sneak a couple of his daddy's Ballantines
And we'd do them in a flash, gettin' off behind the trash
Then we'd run to catch the Double A to City Line
[Verse 2]
And we'd walk straight to the rear, didn't want nobody near
And we'd goof on every ugly girl who came along
And we'd sing the latest tune, and make some elbow room
City Liners thirty members strong
[Chorus]
Yes, the boys would meet on a dead end street
And brag about their woman to pass away the time
And they'd shoot the breeze on their knees
Whoa how I miss that City Line
[Verse 3]
Saturday night the same old thing except we'd switch to wine
Seems it got us there in half the time
Freddie Bauman's disappeared, you know he's married Lucille Stein
And them City Liners down to twenty-nine
[Chorus]
Yes, the boys would meet on a dead end street
And brag about their woman to pass away the time
And they'd shoot the breeze on their knees
Whoa how I miss that City Line
[Verse 4]
Sunday night I'm all alone like the four other nights in the week
School in the morning and I got to get my sleep
Well even now sixteen years later with all that left behind
I still think about my City Line
[Chorus]
Yes, the boys would meet on a dead end street
And brag about their woman to pass away the time
And they'd shoot the breeze on their knees
Whoa how I miss that City Line