B Well I'm tired of the pressure, so tired of the pace. Just want to grab you baby, and get out of this race. I got no chance of makin' it, workin' downtown. And walkin' slow and talkin' low, I'm tired of goin' down... and down, and down. Yeah! B G Start the car, we gota move. This ain't no lar. Well started out for paradise, ain't no promised land. This ain't no kinda livin' for an honest workin' man. There's people dyin' on the streets, they never make the news. My love is livi (azchords.com)