Out Of The City

Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Robert Hunter

The eighth part of Robert Hunter's Amagamalin Street Suite.

Take you out of the city
It's doing you no good
Get up and get out
Don't you think we should?

Cynicism is unbecoming
on a face as sweet as yours
Underneath the makeup, baby
I can read the score

Out, out, out of the city
where violins are playing
Honky-Tonk of Love
Out, out, out of the city - for good

You done all kind of things
you know you shouldn't do
Get out before it shows
like neon off of you

I done things I'd rather not
explain explicitly
You know what you have to do
to live here, let's break free

Out, out, out of the city
where violins are playing
Honky-Tonk of Love
Out, out, out of the city - for good

Out of the city
Out of the city
Out of the city

Out, out, out of the city
where violins are screaming
Ain't no place for love
Out, out, out of the city - for good

Get out before we blow apart
I'm not talking 'bout a lark
Chariot don't swing low here
can't find no place to park

If you believe what I believe
and I've reason to believe you do (note 1)
you'll come and go with me
You know damn well you would

Out, out, out of the city
where violins are playing
Honky-Tonk of Love
Out, out, out of the city - for good

Out of the city
Out of the city
Out of the city

Out, out, out of the city
where violins are screaming
Ain't no hope for love
Out, out, out of the city - for good

Out, out, out of the city
where violins are playing
Honky-Tonk of Love
Out, out, out of the city - for good

Out of the city
Out of the city
Out of the city
Out of the city
[etc]

Murphy tries to persuade Maggie that their only chance for a decent life is to get the hell out of the city.