"City Bitches" genre: Rock
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	"City Bitches" sounds like…well, its title. Piano driven power pop-rock.... think Madman Across the piano playin' with Clapton/Page-like guitar slingin' plus atomic drum pounding and high melodic vocals.
	CD: Best In The West   Label: Their Records ® 1995 national indie release. Credits: Bob Abbott - keys, Jim Abbott - GTR, Chris Hanosh - Drums
	Story Behind the Song "City Bitches" was originally penned by songwriters Jack Brown and Bob Abbott in 1980, and is the first cut on 585-16's "Best In The West" (1995 Their Records ®). Recorded in Hollywood by power-pop rockers 585-16, this 1995 national indie release became very successful, garnering much airplay throughout the southwest, most notably in the Phoenix area. 585-16 sprang from a chance gig at the 1991 Arizona Music Conference in Phoenix, AZ, and led to a full length CD containing a collection of introspective melodies performed by three fine rock musicians, James Abbott, Chris Hanosh, and Bob Abbott. For more information: http://www.theirrecords.com Lyrics City Bitches Words and music Bob Abbott and Jack Brown City bitches know who you are, city bitches don't need no cars send a limo but don't be late city bitch and a back seat date lovely ladies, a cutting in line, and Eighty Cents is appearing on time saving smiles for an empty seat when the sound hits the city street The photographers follow you, the police look for something to prove city bitches, city, city, city bitches Wily women, a kissing and tell, and everybody is ringing their bell metro mamas with unlisted lines, busy signals all the time sorry lovers don't park at their door, only givers that give some more saving money cause everything's free, yes free, well tell me The paparazzi follow you, Interpol looks for something to prove city bitches, city, city, city bitches The thermometer says it's hot, and the street's shaking as she walks bending over to tie her shoe, you're blind if it doesn't get to you well window shopping for 14K, and a matching dress a little risque turning heads at the escalator, well yes sir The reporters follow you, looking for an interview city bitches, city, city, city, city bitches well city bitches, city bitches, city bitches, whoa, whoa, whoa © 1980 Bob Abbott and Jack Brown

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