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.
But listen to my story
of what became of me.
I met a businessman,
said he got some friends back east.
Said, why don't you come along?
Well, we could help you at least.
Make you into a big star by playing your guitar.
But the joke wasn't me.
They left me flat, you see.
Going back west,
yes,
I know I'll make out all right.
Going back west,
play my music straight and wide.
Going back west, think I'll do all right.
Struggling for recognition,
identity,
and respect.
I got a lot of promises.
They told me not to fret.
Said we will stand by you if the going gets rough.
But when I started sinking,
they didn't even bluff.
Going back west,
yes,
I know I'll make out all right.
Going back west,
play my music straight and wide.
Going back west,
think I'll do all right.
Another year has come and gone.
Left me standing here,
thinking how it could have been.
Cause till I ain't nowhere,
surely took me for a ride.
Trampled on my pride.
But I'll hold my head up high.
Got no more tears to cry.
Going back west,
yes, I know I'll make out all right.
Going back west,
play my music straight and wide.
Going back west, think I'll do all right.
Going back west,
yes, I know I'll make out all right.
Going back west,
play my music straight and wide.
Going back west, think I'll do all right.