Dusty Springfield - Natchez Trace Lyrics
(neil goldberg / gil slavin)Oh, hoHe rode into virginiaRollin thunder, ridin highI was servin tableWaitin for that rideMy arms around his bodyWell, we rode a thousand milesHe taught me how to loveHe taught me how to fly, oh, ho, myHungry togetherRacin the weatherInto the natchez traceWarmin and feedin himAll the way to cumberland, oh, ho, yesAnd I had his child in memphisAnd we watched him ride awayAnd now you know what a girl like meIs doin here todayIm sorry mister, you cant stayHungry togetherRacin the weatherInto the natchez traceWarmin and feedin himAll the way to cumberland, oh, ho, yesAnd when the piper gets to playSomebodys got to payAnd now you know what a girl like meIs doin here todayOh, Im sorry mister, you cant stayIm sorry mister, you cant stayHungry togetherRacin the weatherInto the natchez traceWarmin and feedin himAll the way to cumberland, ohWhen the piper gets to playSomebodys got to payAnd now you know what a girl like meIs doin here todayOh, Im sorry mister, you cant stayIm sorry mister, you cant stay, oh, ho, ho, hoSorry mister, you cant staySorry mister, you cant stay, noSorry mister, you cant stay, oh, ho, ho, hoSorry mister, you cant staySorry mister, you cant stay, noSorry mister, you cant stay, ohSorry mister, sorry mister