City Liners Lyrics

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Every Friday night at ten, I would call for my best friend.
And sneak a couple of his daddy's Ballantine.
Do them in a flash, getting off behind the trash.
Then we'd run to catch the Double A to City Line.

The boys would meet, on a dead end street.
Brag about their women, to pass away the time.
And shoot, the breeze, on their knees.
Oh how I miss that City line
Writer(s): Anthony Marchello
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