In this dirty old part of the city
Where the sun refused to shine
People tell me there ain't no use in trying
Now little girl, you're so young and pretty
And one thing I know is true
You're gonna die before your time is through
I see my daddy in bed and dying
See his hair turning grey
He's been working and slaving his life away
Now every morning he would wake up
With his third pointing to his windows from the streets
My love woman tell you one day I promised myself
And that my family ain't gonna go this way
And that's why I'm telling you, honey, oh
We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there's a better life for me and you
I don't care if you're so young and pretty
But one thing I know is true
You're gonna die before your time is through
See my daddy in bed and dying
See his hair turning grey
He's been working and slaving his life away
And he came home tonight
And he said son, "I've seen such a sight
I've seen the bullets exploding in the square
And there's no need for you to carry on this way
I'm telling you we," ow
We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there's a better life for me and you
We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there's a better life for me and
Yeah, come on, baby
You know it, baby
We’ve Got to Get Out of This Place was written by Barry Mann & Cynthia Weil.
We’ve Got to Get Out of This Place was produced by Rodger Bain.