Fat City from Suburban Cinema by John Eagleson

Fat City

Down and out in Fat City
You’re kind of crazy, but you sure are pretty
It’s a barstool promise, but baby you can count on me
I lost my edge (if I ever had one)
Soft in the center, I can take a pounding
Steady now baby, hold my hand and see

I’m getting back in the fight…A few rounds tonight
Will show what I got…it might be my last shot
Let’s get out of this joint….They wont leave you alone
But there’s nothing fear….I’m staying right here…

Wine and roses broke up my marriage
Same old story but without the carriage
Pack my stuff and leave it in a box for me
Just when I think I got my bearings
Oma’s gone and Im back despairing
What I lost in years I bet I gained back in tears

Sit with me for a cup of coffee
Tell me frankly and it wont offend me
We’re two like souls with different ways to survive
See that guy, was he ever young once?
Before the scars and the jaded false fronts
Maybe we’re all happy, we just got a good disguise

• Acoustic
• folk
• pop
• suburban
• Lancaster