Move to the City (Acoustic Version / 1986 Sound City Session)

By Guns N’ Roses

On Appetite for Destruction (Super Deluxe Edition)

Released on June 29, 2018

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[Intro]

I'm a West Coast junkie

An East Coast monkey

Got an elephant dick under my arm


[Intro 2]

(Cheers, screams, laughing, and excitement from the band and guests)

Okay!

I said 'ey!

Whisky

Hey!

Hey, man

Hey!

.. man

'Ey, yeah!

Hey, yeah

The Whiskey!

Ooh, yeah

(Cheers, screams, laughing, and excitement from the band and guests)

Here we go, now

Downtown ho

Ariba!


[Verse 1]

You pack your bags and you move to the city

There's somethin' missin' here at home

You fix your hair and you look real pretty

It's time to get it out on your own

You're always fightin' with your mama and you papa

Your family life is one big pain

When you, goina', goina' move to the city?

Uh to the city where it all began


[Chorus 1]

You gotta move, you gotta move

Look out

Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma

Now you gotta move

Oww, yeah

Oh, yeah

(You know this)


[Verse 2]

You stole your mama's car

And your daddy's plastic credit card

You're sixteen and you can't get a job

You're not goin' very far

You're always fightin' with the teachers and the police

The soldier life is too insane

When you, goina, gonna move to the city?

Into the city where it all began


[Chrous 1]

You gotta move, you gotta move

Whoah, yeah

Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma

Child, you gotta move

(Slash-Man)


[Chorus 2]

Right to the city where the real men get it

Ooh, child, ain't it a pity?

Ooooh, oh, yeah

Sometimes it gets too shitty

Come on and hit me

(Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba)


[Verse 3]

You're on the streets and it ain't so pretty

At least you getta do what you please

You do what you gotta do for the money

At times you end up on your knees

Ain't satisfied with the locals and the junkies

The city life just one big pain

When you goina, goina move to the city

Uh, to the city where it all began


[Chorus 1]

You gotta move, you gotta move, oh, yeah

Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma

Child, you had to move

(Oooooh ...)

(Oooooh ...)

(Oooooh ...)

(Oooooh ...)


[Chorus 2]

Oh right to the city With the real nitty gritty

Aw, child, ain't it a pity?

Sometimes it gets too shitty

Come on and hit me


[Outro]

(Excitement, cheers, background talking from band and guests)

Haha!

Wooo!

Yeah!

Woo!

(Inaudible) ... next winter - just look out

Uh, huh