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Cowboy Junkies - Floorboard Blues Lyrics

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  • Look under his floorboards, mama,
  • I dont trust his silly grin
  • Hes got a beat-up rambler, nebraska plates,
  • And I aint getting in
  • I dont like the way his pinky ring
  • Picks up the dashboard light
  • Or his short little piggy fingers
  • Or the way his belt is cinched too tight
  • Check under his floorboards, mama,
  • I dont like his suggestive tone
  • The way his words drip from his mouth
  • As he asks can I take you home?
  • I dont care how many miles I got,
  • I think Id rather walk them alone
  • Than to sit in the back seat
  • As his eyes in the mirror
  • Reduce me to flesh and bone
  • Check under his floorboards, mama,
  • cause that razors not just a threat to me
  • Hell be slicing tiny crescents from your heart,
  • Without laying a sweaty palm to your cheek
  • Dont accuse me of running scared,
  • Listen to what Im saying
  • Its a *****ed up ol world, but this ol girl
  • Well, she aint giving in

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