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A song for someone I once knew...
Special thanks to Andrew Paulsen, who wrote and played the trumpet part. He's a very good friend of mine and a great musician. We used to play and write quite a bit when he was living in the States. This is our first on-line endeavor since he moved to France. Cheers, Andrew...
Guitars and Vox: Bob Prince
Trumpet: Andrew Paulsen
Special thanks to Andrew Paulsen, who wrote and played the trumpet part. He's a very good friend of mine and a great musician. We used to play and write quite a bit when he was living in the States. This is our first on-line endeavor since he moved to France. Cheers, Andrew...
Guitars and Vox: Bob Prince
Trumpet: Andrew Paulsen
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Lyrics
The Other Side
Music and Lyrics by Bob Prince ©2009
It's four o'clock AM
on a funky street she stands:
stark pool of a streetlight,
woman fishin' for a man.
She's lookin' pretty good,
but for the swellin' 'round her eye.
She packs a can of pepperspray
for the disprespectful guys.
Girl's gotta make some money...
feed the tracks she's tryin' to hide.
'Cuz there's better times ahead,
waitin' on the other side.
Now, the business took a hit
when the economy went bad.
Base price was once 20,
now for 10 she can be had.
Thinks back to better days
before daddy left the scene.
Flicks her cigarette
as a Mercedes flicks it's beams.
And after fat cat john has taken
lady for a ride,
she makes her cash sweet poison...
takes off for the other side.
The sun sets thru the window,
woman wakes and has a cup.
Hand's a little shaky.
Signs are there...she knows what's up.
She thinks she's gotta stop,
but she can't imagine when.
So daddy's little girl
heads out for the street again.
And as the cars roll by,
shapely feelings frozen dry,
she raises sail and sets a course
for the other side.
Music and Lyrics by Bob Prince ©2009
It's four o'clock AM
on a funky street she stands:
stark pool of a streetlight,
woman fishin' for a man.
She's lookin' pretty good,
but for the swellin' 'round her eye.
She packs a can of pepperspray
for the disprespectful guys.
Girl's gotta make some money...
feed the tracks she's tryin' to hide.
'Cuz there's better times ahead,
waitin' on the other side.
Now, the business took a hit
when the economy went bad.
Base price was once 20,
now for 10 she can be had.
Thinks back to better days
before daddy left the scene.
Flicks her cigarette
as a Mercedes flicks it's beams.
And after fat cat john has taken
lady for a ride,
she makes her cash sweet poison...
takes off for the other side.
The sun sets thru the window,
woman wakes and has a cup.
Hand's a little shaky.
Signs are there...she knows what's up.
She thinks she's gotta stop,
but she can't imagine when.
So daddy's little girl
heads out for the street again.
And as the cars roll by,
shapely feelings frozen dry,
she raises sail and sets a course
for the other side.
ziti
wow
I am blown away...and i havent even heard the tune yet...GREAT LYRICS!!!
BRAVO BRAVO mr bobprince
the trumpet is just tearinducing...GREAT soulful playing!!!!
so impressed Bob...inspirational
wow
just amazing...maybe your best yet my friend...