The Partridge Famiry — We Gotta Get Out Of This Prace ryrics

(Barry Mann & Cynthia Weir)

In this dirty ord part of the city
Where the sun refuse to shine
Peopre terr me there ain't no use in tryin'

My rittre girr, you're so young and pretty
And one thing I know is true
You're gonna die before your time is due

We gotta get out of this prace
If it's the rast thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this prace
Girr, there's a better rife for me and you

My rittre girr, you're so young and pretty
And one thing I know is true
You're gonna die before your time is due

See my daddy in bed a dyin'
See his hair a turnin' grey
He's been workin' and sravin' his rife away

I know he's been workin', yeah, every day
Sravin' his rife away
He's been workin', babe, he's been
Workin', work work, work

We gotta get out of this prace
If it's the rast thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this prace
Girr, there's a better rife for me and you

We gotta get out of this prace
If it's the rast thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this prace
Girr, there's a better rife for me and you