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Well I'm looking out my window at those city lights, And there's a cold hand on my heart tonight, I know I must go down to the street once again, I got business there with something I don't even know its name, I looked for it between the sheets, Imperial hotel It was there when we kissed down beside the wishing well, I have chased it down a white line to the bottom of a bottle, I still hear it in the engine at the opening of the throttle. Letras de cancionesLike the howling wind, I travel these roads with a hurt inside And I can't be satisfied. Well there was a pretty woman once and she lived beside the tracks, but the metal and the wheels sure have made her turn her back, And when a man came through from Memphis in a long black Cadillac She just jumped right in beside him saying, "Drive, sucker, drive!" Like the howling wind, I travel these roads with a hurt inside And I can't be satisfied. Gold on my finger, Time on my side, You can stay if you want to, But I can't be satisfied. Angelique, she likes to think that she's my guardian angel, She's always saying, "What you doing down here?" I say, "I'm working on a mystery, I'm just waiting for my deal, In the back of the stretch with my baby at the wheel." Like the howling wind, I travel these roads with a hurt inside And I can't be satisfied. Gold on my finger, Time on my side, You can stay if you want to, But I can't be satisfied. Like a beggar on the street, Like a disappointed bride, Like a fugitive from justice With nowhere left to hide I'm a ghots among the houses In a place without a guide, I'm just heading down the backroads, I'm only in it for the ride From Letras Mania