A not-so-fond farewell to the City.
Crazy One-Man Freak Show
I have been writing songs for thirty years and have some real clunkers to my credit. What you will find here are the least objectionable of the lot.
I have been told I have a voice with the appeal of a room full of alarm clocks on a Monday Morning. I have a classic face for radio.
I had slowed down for a while before I ran across the Just Plain Networking songwriter's forum and got recharged by the super people there. Join us if you will at www.justplainfolks.org
I play to entertain me. If you find anything here of any interest, enjoy and welcome. If not, please send my address to someone you don't like.
Thanks and have a safe and harmonic life, Mike
Story behind the song
This is a personal goodbye to a City I despise. A verse has been added since the worktape. I'll update soon.
Lyrics
I AIN’T BACKING UP
© 2006 Mike Amason
V1
I finally finished packing up, Big City
Today’s the day we part, but not as friends
If you see her, tell her she can keep the memories
I know I won’t be needing them again
Any place I end up will be better
A crystal palace or a muddy sty
The best you’ll ever look is in the mirror of my truck
And I Ain’t Backing Up to say goodbye, Big City,
I Ain’t Backing Up to say goodbye
V2
She kept on without slacking up, Big City
For me to come and meet her uptown chums
High Rollers, High Fliers, Pretty Talkers, Fancy Liars
Three piece suits don’t make men out of bums
None of them were worth the rope to hang them
You deserve each other, that’s no lie
The best you’ll ever look is in the rearview of my truck
I Ain’t Backing Up to say goodbye, Big City,
I Ain’t Backing Up to say goodbye
Br
She came to you innocent, knowing wrong from right
She’d never been to places where the lights stay on all night
You hooked her with your promises that she could have it all
All she had to do was sell her soul
V3
The way I see things stacking up, Big City
You’d kill me long before my life is through
Take your high rise livin’ on your knees,
Stick it any place you damn well please
If I never come back, it’ll be too soon
Catch me quick before I get through leaving
If you have a final lie to lie
The best you’ll ever look is in the mirror of my truck
And I Ain’t Backing Up to say goodbye, Big City
I Ain’t Backing Up to say goodbye
Br
V4
I got my engine taching up, Big City
My gas tank and my coffee cup are full
You ain’t got nothing here for me, I’m going back home to the country
Where when I smell bullshit you know I can find a bull
Don’t block the gate before I get through going
And I am safely on the other side
The best you’ll ever look is in the rearview mirror of my pickup truck
And I Ain’t Backing Up to say goodbye, Big City
I Ain’t Backing Up to say goodbye
Goodbye
