Lyrics: Caronte 2025 Youtube: Inoxidables Podcast Podcast go.ivoox.com/sq/2330386 This city's a rush, always running late, 9 to 5 grind, it seals your fate. They chase their dreams in suits and ties, But I play my blues where the subway cries. Down here, the real blues grow, Where the rails hum soft, and the shadows glow. If you see me play, drop a coin or two, I'll be your friend, I’ll sing for you. Hot dog stands, the streetlights' haze, A cold beer bought in cornered maze. I’d rather be here, with my six-string tune, Than lost in the towers chasing the moon. Down here, the real blues grow, Where the rails hum soft, and the shadows glow. If you see me play, drop a coin or two, I'll be your friend, I’ll sing for you. It ain't about riches, it ain't about fame, It's feeling the blues and loving the name. Down here, the real blues grow, Where the rails hum soft, and the shadows glow. If you see me play, drop a coin or two, I'll be your friend, I’ll sing for you. It ain't about riches, it ain't about fame, It's feeling the blues and loving the name. Down here, the real blues grow, Where the rails hum soft, and the shadows glow. If you see me play, drop a coin or two, I'll be your friend, I’ll sing for you.
