Little Feat - Down The Road Lyrics
Lowell GeorgeI gave you high steppin' slippersBut you still can't move your featAnd it's cold in the morningSo I turn away at the heatYou say faster so I speed upBut still I'm much too slowI feel your innuendoYou got all the answers, least they say you doBut when I start to strut my stuffYou say "hey it ain't time to go"That ain't what I've been toldGuess I better meet you down the roadDown the roadYou know sometimes I wanna steal away and stareUntil my face it touch the groundMy dinner in Chicago, oh my breakfast down the lineIf you don't hear from me girl, I hope you're feelin' fine'Cause I've been doin' time, hope you're feelin' fineCall me up, catch a planeBut don't think of taking another game'Cause my regular lady she gets my pocket changeDo you want my every thoughtWell come over here and try to get me offWon't you please meShake your dignityPut a little on meOn me, on me, on me