I Got to Feelin' - Dirk Hamilton


    I tipped the teatray in the waiting room
    When I saw her sitting at the loom
    I backed out slower with a nervous smile
    I backed out slow
    I backed out slow
    I backed out slow
    I backed out slow

    I got to feelin'
    I got to feelin'
    I got to feelin'
    I got to feelin' that the race track so slow
    My horse cannot go
    The race track so slow

    The door was locked I can't get out of here
    The key was dangling from the chandelier
    I crossed the carpet to the spiral stair
    I walked on up
    I two'ed on up
    I three'd on up
    Fought on up

    (CHORUS)

    And at the second bar it all came clear
    While gazing darkly through a glass of beer
    That a man must step back and down and face his fear
    To walk back down
    To fall back down
    To fight back down
    To sit back down

    And I got to feelin'
    I got to feelin'
    I got to feelin'
    I got to feelin' that the race track so slow
    My horse cannot go
    That's all that I need
    My steed had no speed

    All songs ©1976 by Rabbit Songs BMI

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