Racking Cincinnati Songtext
von Chamberlain

August is hanging this town out to dry
I bet we′ll be the last ones to leave town
Someone's gotta reach
I guess that someone is me
I bet you′ll be the last I'll shout down
Let's be off tonight
While we′re awake enough to drive
By this time tomorrow we′ll be alive
Yeah, you're reading me lines from a song you wrote
It was something ′bout a dragon of a girl you knew
That you lost on this road to hell with me
Call it fate or bad luck
Nothing mystifies us


I bet you'll be the last I′ll shout down
Summer's dropping hands
While my heart′s working edge
Walks the dusk of midday down to its grave
Braver men than me walk the lines of sleep
Know the time where forever and 4th street meet
Sing the praise of this road to hell with me
Call it fate or bad luck
Nothing mystifies us
I bet you'll be the last I'll shout down
Call it fate or bad luck
Nothing mystifies us
City streets and hearts make the same sound