Down the Road - Lowell George

    I gave you high steppin' slippers
    But you still can't move your feat
    And it's cold in the morning
    So I turn away at the heat
    You say faster so I speed up
    But still I'm much too slow
    I feel your innuendo

    You got all the answers, least they say you do
    But when I start to strut my stuff
    You say "hey it ain't time to go"
    That ain't what I've been told
    Guess I better meet you down the road
    Down the road

    You know sometimes I wanna steal away and stare
    Until my face it touch the ground
    My dinner in Chicago, oh my breakfast down the line
    If you don't hear from me girl, I hope you're feelin' fine
    'Cause I've been doin' time, hope you're feelin' fine

    Call me up, catch a plane
    But don't think of taking another game
    'Cause my regular lady she gets my pocket change

    Do you want my every thought
    Well come over here and try to get me off
    Won't you please me

    Shake your dignity
    Put a little on me
    On me, on me, on me


    Marco Giunco
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