DISAPPEARING NIGHTLY Â SPENCER BOHREN, 1989

I go where the weather's good.
I do what I think I should.
I move nearly every day,
Trying to drive the blues away.

I do what I want to do.
I know who I'm talking to.
I'm heading down the highway.
I always do it my way.

- Refrain -
Disappearing nightly,
Disappearing nightly,
Disappearing nightly.

I always take my pay in cash,
Kings, queens and jacks.
Life is like a card game,
Playing for the prize of fame.

Writing down another tune.
Yet another dressing room.
Cut another piece of cake.
Looking for a big break.

- Refrain -

Try and make a square deal.
Hard to get a square meal.
Never get the ends to meet.
Seldom have enough to eat.

Haven't time to make a friend.
I wonder where it all will end.
See you later . . . got to go.
Got to make another sho