"The Last Of The Independents" lyrics

"The Last Of The Independents"

I caught the Red-Eye at midnight
In the nick of time
On the seven forty seven
And we soon were flying high

Lord, I had no time to lose
Things were getting hot
Only I know where we stashed the loot
The mob wants to know the spot

They got the muscle in from Cleveland
The fire-power from Detroit
They missed me in New Jersey
Though things got pretty tight

Caught my scent in Richmond
At the Hotel Savoy
But I got out the laundry shute
And went to Chicago, Illinois

I'm the last of the independents
Yeah, they're searching coast to coast
Only I know where we hid the loot
Eleven years ago

I caught the Red-Eye at midnight
In the nick of time
On the seven forty seven
We soon were high and wide

The moon was laughing at me
Like it did not have a care
But I just smiled right back and said
'You ain't going anywhere'

Well, I want out of the rackets
And the numbers game
'Cause when you cross the big boss
You only got yourself to blame

I won't sing like a canary
And I won't go naming names
I don't need police protection
I'll play it my own way

I'm the last of the independents
Well, I play by my own rules
Yes, I'm the last of the independents
The syndicate, well, it don't approve

Well, I'm the last of the independents
Well, I got to keep on the move
Well, I'm the last of the independents
Well, I got no time to lose
Time to lose


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