LONDON TOWN
Uli Reese & Michael Dukes

Ten cent cowboys on a plastic horse
Can’t risk heading south, don’t know what’s up north
Back in the saddle, off into the night
Never dreamed that we’d be

Riding out of town as the sun goes down
Two shadows on the run, our feet never touch the ground
Riding out of London Town
Out of London Town

Vulture circling, waiting on his prey
Hunger never sleeps, at least that’s what they say
But this ain’t our day, ain’t our day to die
Oh that’s why we’re riding

Riding out of town as the sun goes down
Two shadows on the run, our feet never touch the ground
Riding out of London Town
Out of London Town