Walkin' through the fog on a cold and cloudy night Lookin' through the smog that surrounds the mornin' light The shades of brown. it gets me down, exactly like my life I don't deserve the hand I'm dealt, a flush in spades of strife
I've grown tired of speeches that are nothing but a bore So I'm rounding up the broken me and headin' on out the door Without no lag I'm packin' my bag of discontented frowns And hopping numer eighty-six, the first train that is freedom bound
Got my bag of many frowns and I'm takin' it on uptown
Big city lights Funkier nights Happier days Goin' my way It should be right But I'm still uptight Hey, I better put down And get movin' on
I'm through with aggravation Don't deserve the degradation I'm putting all the negatives down To hop the train that's feedom bound for uptown
Got my bag of many frowns and I'm takin' it on uptown
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