Letras: Beth Hart. Man, I Gotta Get Out Of This Town.

She hangs around the boulevard
She's a local girl with local scars
She got home late, she got home late
She drank so hard the bottle ached

And she tried and she tried and she tried and she tried
But nothings clear in a bar full of flies
So she takes and she takes she takes and she takes
She understands when she gives it away

She says
"Man I got to get out of this town.
Man I got to get out of this pain.
Man I got to get out of this town,
out of this town, and out of LA."

She's got a gun, she's got a gun
She got a gun she call the lucky one
She left a note by the phone
Don't leave a message
Cause this ain't no home

And she cried, and she cried, and she cried, and she cried
She cried so long her tears ran dry
And she laughed, and she laughed,she laughed,and she laughed
Cause she knew she was never coming back

She said
"Man I'm gonna get out of this town.
Man I'm gonna get out of this pain.
Man I'm gonna get out of this town,
out of this town and out of LA."

Its all she loves
It all she hates
It's all too much for her to take

She can't be sure just where it ends
Or where the good life begins

So she took a train, she took a train
To a little old town without a name
She met a man
He took her in
But fed her all the same bull again

Cause he lied and he lied and he lied and he lied
He lied like a salesman selling flies
So she screamed and she screamed and she screamed and she screamed
Its a different place
But the same old thing

Its all I love
Its all I hate
Its all too much for me to take
I can't be sure
Where it begins
Oh if the good life
Flies within

So she said
"Man I gotta get out of this town.
Now I gotta get back on that train.
Man I gotta get out of this town.
I'm out of my pain,
So I'm going back to LA. (ugh)
Back to LA
Back to LA (hey ahh,ahh-II)
I'm going back to LA
I'm going back to LA