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Ian Hunter Welcome To The Club

Vestal Virginia, ain't got a bad thought in you You're a bastard Mean as a killer, instinct that's within you You're a bastard Laughs like a drain and

Forgot my six-string razor, hit the sky Half way to Memphis 'fore I realized Well, I rang the information my axe was cold They said she rides the train

When I was just sixteen, I stood waiting for a dream At Barker Street bus station every night When I tried to get it on, she just looked at me with scorn

Oh no, the fuzz, all in a line My oh my, I think I?m gonna die And it?s just another night It?s just another night Got a long black face; who goes there

Well the times gettin' hard for you little girl I'm a hummin' and a strummin' all over God's world You don't remember when you got your last meal And

It's such a small town rodeo Such famous people here with nowhere to go Well, it don't get to me, I think it's the pits I got no friends, I wanna split