Living on the Edge

Living on the Edge - Mike Tramp/Vito Bratta

Composed by：Mike Tramp/Vito Bratta

I got a used leather jacket and an old

Pair of boots

With holes in the soles

And my 501 blues have seen better

Of days

Now I don't have a place that'll keep

Me warm

And I can call my own

When you ain't got any money you can't

Pay no rent

And you're out

I'm gonna be all right

Yes I am

'Cause I pack my bags and ride into the sunset

I don't know where I'm gonna go but

That don't matter at all

I got a college degree that means

Nothing to me

And I ain't got a job

'Cause I don't want anybody telling me

What to do

I got bad reputation and a story

To match

So leave me alone

The wind at my heels and the sound of

My wheels keep me going

Gonna be all right

Yes I am

So I pack my bags and ride into

The sunset

I don't know where I'm gonna go but

That don't matter at all

I'm gonna do it my way and I don't

Change for no one

Yeah I'm living on the edge and I got

Nothing to lose

So I keep my motor running

All through this endless Summer night

And there's no one who can touch me

Yeah yeah

It's only me and my wheels

'Cause I

So I pack my bags and ride into the sunset

I don't know where I'm gonna go but

That don't matter at all

I'm gonna do it my way

And I don't change for no one

'Cause I'm living on the edge

And I got nothing to lose

I got nothing to lose

I got nothing to lose

'Cause I'm living on the edge