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Move To The City (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

You pack your bags and
You move to the city
There’s something missin’ here at home
You fix your hair and
You look real pretty
It’s time to get out on your own
You’re always fightin’ with your mama and your papa
Yo’ family life is one big pain
When ya gonna move to the city
To the city where it all began

Chorus:

You gotta move you gotta move
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
You gotta move

You stole your mama’s car
And your daddy’s plastic credid card
You’re sixteen and you can’t get a job
You’re not goin’ very far
You’re always ridin’ with the teachers and the police
This life is much too insane
When are you, you gonna move to the city
To the city where it all began

Chorus

To the city
With the real nitty gritty
Aw child ain’t it a pity
Sometimes it gets too shitty
Come on and hit me

You’re on the streets and it ain’t so pretty
At least you get ta do what you please
You do what you gotta do for the money
At times you end up on your knees
I’m always buyin’with local desert junkies
This city life is one big pain
But you, you had to move to the city
To the city where it all began

Chorus

To the city
With the real nitty gritty
Aw child ain’t it a pity
Sometimes it gets too shitty
Come on and hit me

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Move to the City (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

You pack your bags
And you move to the city
There’s somethin’ missin’ here at home
You fix your hair
And you’re lookin’ real pretty
It’s time to get it out on your own
You’re always fightin’
With your mama and you papa
Your family life is one big pain!
When you, you gonna move to the city?
Into the city where it all began

You gotta move, You gotta move
Ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma
Time you gotta move

You stole your mama’s car
And your daddy’s plastic credit card
You’re sixteen and you can’t get a job
You’re not goin’ very far
You’re always ridin’
With the teachers and the police
This life is much too insane!
When you, you gonna move to the city?
Into the city where it all began

You gotta move, You gotta move
Ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma
Time you gotta move
Right to the city
Where the real men get it
Aw, child, ain’t it a pity?
Sometimes it gets too shitty!
Come on and hit me!

You’re on the streets
And it ain’t so pretty
You need to get a new what you please
You do what you gotta do for the money
At times you end up on your knees!

I’m always buyin’
With the local and the junkies
This city life is one big pain!
But you, you had to move to the city
Into the city where it all began

You gotta move, You gotta move
Ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma
Time you gotta move
Oh right to the city
With the real nitty gritty
Aw, child, ain’t it a pity?
Sometimes it gets too shitty!
Come on and hit me!

Move To The City (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

You pack your bags and
You move to the city
There’s something missin’ here at home
You fix your hair and
You look real pretty
It’s time to get out on your own
You’re always fightin’ with your mama and your papa
Yo’ family life is one big pain
When ya gonna move to the city
To the city where it all began

Chorus:

You gotta move you gotta move
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
You gotta move

You stole your mama’s car
And your daddy’s plastic credid card
You’re sixteen and you can’t get a job
You’re not goin’ very far
You’re always ridin’ with the teachers and the police
This life is much too insane
When are you, you gonna move to the city
To the city where it all began

Chorus

To the city
With the real nitty gritty
Aw child ain’t it a pity
Sometimes it gets too shitty
Come on and hit me

You’re on the streets and it ain’t so pretty
At least you get ta do what you please
You do what you gotta do for the money
At times you end up on your knees
I’m always buyin’with local desert junkies
This city life is one big pain
But you, you had to move to the city
To the city where it all began

Chorus

To the city
With the real nitty gritty
Aw child ain’t it a pity
Sometimes it gets too shitty
Come on and hit me

Move To The City (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

You pack your bags and
You move to the city
There’s something missin’ here at home
You fix your hair and
You look real pretty
It’s time to get out on your own
You’re always fightin’ with your mama and your papa
Yo’ family life is one big pain
When ya gonna move to the city
To the city where it all began

Chorus:

You gotta move you gotta move
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
You gotta move

You stole your mama’s car
And your daddy’s plastic credid card
You’re sixteen and you can’t get a job
You’re not goin’ very far
You’re always ridin’ with the teachers and the police
This life is much too insane
When are you, you gonna move to the city
To the city where it all began

Chorus

To the city
With the real nitty gritty
Aw child ain’t it a pity
Sometimes it gets too shitty
Come on and hit me

You’re on the streets and it ain’t so pretty
At least you get ta do what you please
You do what you gotta do for the money
At times you end up on your knees
I’m always buyin’with local desert junkies
This city life is one big pain
But you, you had to move to the city
To the city where it all began

Chorus

To the city
With the real nitty gritty
Aw child ain’t it a pity
Sometimes it gets too shitty
Come on and hit me

Move to the City (Letra)

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Guns n' roses

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

You pack your bags and you move to the city
There’s somethin’ missin’ here at home
You fix your hair and you’re lookin’ real pretty
It’s time to get it out on your own
You’re always fightin’ with your mama and your papa
Your family life is one big pain
When you, you gonna move to the city?
Into the city where it all began

You gotta move, you gotta move
Ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma
Time you gotta move

You stole your mama’s car and your daddy’s plastic credit card
You’re sixteen and you can’t get a job, you’re not goin’ very far
You’re always ridin’ with the teachers and the police
This life is much too insane
When you, you gonna move to the city?
Into the city where it all began

You gotta move, you gotta move
Ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma
Time you gotta move
Right to the city where the real men get it
Aw, child, ain’t it a pity?
Sometimes it gets too shitty
Come on and hit me

You’re on the streets and it ain’t so pretty
You need to get a new what you please
You do what you gotta do for the money
At times you end up on your knees

I’m always buyin’ with the local and the junkies
This city life is one big pain
But you, you had to move to the city
Into the city where it all began

You gotta move, you gotta move
Ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma
Time you gotta move
Oh right to the city with the real nitty gritty
Aw, child, ain’t it a pity?
Sometimes it gets too shitty
Come on and hit me