Cruel Shoes – My Turn

Cruel Shoes – My Turn Lyrics

Artist: Cruel Shoes
Song: My Turn

Three A.M. at ‘The Midtown’
I can taste it in my eyes
They still call it Sunday morning
Man, it feels like the middle of the night

Joey’s there with some high-strung girl
Who’s trying real hard to be Madonna
Way down at the end of the bar
There’s a guy who reminds me of my father

Me, I’d like to get out of here
Don’t wanna waste another year
But this town’s got a way of pulling you in
Still I’d like to see how it feels to win

I’m the son of a working man
Believer of the second chance
Is it my turn
I’m the rider of the ‘Also-Ran’

Thе player with the folded hand
Whеn is it my turn to dance
I think a lot when I’m drinking alone
And them fears build up inside

How many shots do I get
‘Til I get this thing right
And that rainy day I’ve been saving for
Seems like it’s never gonna come around

Man, I know if I don’t make a move
I’m gonna stay right here and drown
Yeah, I’d like to get out of here
I don’t wanna waste another year

But this town’s got a way of pulling you in
Still I gotta know how it feels to win
I’m the son of a working man
Believer of the second chance

Is it my turn
I’m the rider of the ‘Also-Ran’
The player with the folded hand
When is it my turn

Tell me it’s my turn
I’m the son of a working man
When is it my turn to dance
When is it gonna be my turn to dance
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Release Year: 1979