I was born and raised in the ghetto,
Talk with me and you'll know.
I wasn't satisfied, with living on the side,
I started looking around, for a possibility,
Listen to my story, of what became of me.
I met a businessman
Who said he had some friends back east.
So why don't you come along,
Well we can help you at least,
We'll make you into a big star,
By playing your guitar.
But the joke was on me
They left me flat to see.
Going back west,
Yes I know I'll make out alright.
Going back west,
Where my music's playing all night.
Going back west (going back west)
I think I'll do alright.
Going back west,
Yes I know I'll make out alright.
Going back west,
Where my music's playing all night.
Going back west (going back west)
I think I'll do alright.
Struggling for recognition, identity and respect
I got a lot of promises.
They told me not to fret
So we will stand by you
If the going gets rough.
But when I started thinking
They didn't even bluff.
'bout a year has come and gone
And left me standing here
Thinking how it could have been
For still I ain't nowhere.
They surely took me for a ride,
Trampled on my pride.
But I hold my head up high,
Got no more tears to cry.
Going back west,
Yes I know I'll make out alright.
Going back west,
Where my music's playing all night.
Going back west (going back west)
I think I'll do alright.
Going back west,
Yes I know I'll make out alright.
Going back west,
Where my music's playing all night.