Another day in the city
Another dancer to the music
But lately, all the music sounds so strange
Well some songs have no meaning
And some songs try to hard
Tryin to say it all
And end up saying nothin
Well maybe the words ring true
What's right for them
Maybe wrong for you
So come out of the jungle
Of another man's dreams
And if you come to a clearing
As lonely as it seems
It's never too late to breakaway
To Breakaway
Another day lost in livin
And another same old beginning
And knowing where and why we went wrong
Someone says I've
Let The Good Times Roll
Well some people bitch, Lord, some people holler,
About the long days on the road.
Each man can do just what he wants,
But we've all got ot pull our load.
As for myself, I'm gonna take the highway,
It ain't as bad as they say.
Give me wine, women, whiskey, and rock 'n roll,
And let me sleep my days away.
Chorus:
C'mon baby, let the good times roll.
C'mon baby, let the good times roll.
I've been all throughout the South land.
Keep moving on down the line.
I ought to settle down some place,
But I just can't find the time.
As for myself, gonna take this highway,
It ain't as bad as they say.
Give me wine, whiskey, women, and rock 'n roll,
And let me sleep my days away.
Chorus:
C'mon baby, let the good times roll.
C'mon baby, let the good times roll.
Chorus:
C'mon baby, let the good times roll.
C'mon baby, let the good times roll.
Chorus:
C'mon baby, let the good times roll.
C'mon baby, let the good times roll.