Well I’m heading into the west, boys, where the water meets the sky
And the wind blows strong and on and on and no one would bat an eye
At a man who might not answer if you ask him why he came
With a bottle of gin he’ll fit right in, in a town that earns it’s name – It’s a tough city
Well I used to be a husband and the father of a girl
And I was strong till the angels come and took her from this world.
So I set myself to killing every memory I knew
Till the nights and days became a haze of just tryin to make it through – in this tough city. Tough city, aaah, but I still walk on.
Now I’m tired of all this concrete and these people and their ways
And these city lights, they burn all night and I haven’t slept for days
So I’m headed to the west, boys, where the mountains touch the sea
And we’ll wind it down in a better town where my spirit can be free – in tough city