Disappearing Nightly - Bill Wyman's Rhythm Kings

I go where the weather`s good.

I do what I think I should.

I move nearly every day,

Trying to drive the blues away.

I do what I want to do.

I know who I`m talking to.

I`m heading down the highway.

I always do it my way.

Disappearing nightly,

Disappearing nightly,

Disappearing nightly.

I always take my pay in cash,

Kings, queens and jacks.

Life is like a card game,

Playing for the prize of fame.

Writing down another tune.

Yet another dressing room.

Cut another piece of cake.

Looking for a big break.

Try and make a square deal.

Hard to get a square meal.

Never get the ends to meet.

Seldom have enough to eat.

Haven`t time to make a friend.

I wonder where it all will end.

See you later.

.. got to go.

Got to make another show.