Little Feat - Strawberry Flats Lyrics
Bill Payne, Lowell GeorgeRipped off and run out of townHad my guitar burned when I was clownin'Haven't slept in a bed for a weekAnd my shoes feel like they're part of my feetLet me come down where I won't be a bother to no oneLet me unwind please give me a hole to recline in Knocked on my friend's door in moody texasAnd asked if he had a place for meHis hair was cut off and he was wearing a suitAnd he said not in my house, not in my houseYou look like you're part of a conspiracy Now I'm six hours out on strawberry flatsTrying to get to Waco 'fore it freezes overThey're stopping every one who looks too wierdAt the ghoul bust Texas road blockOh let me come down where I won't be a bother to no oneLet me unwind please give me a hole to recline in Got a ride on a highway kingMade the cross road by nine fifteenIf I don't find a place to crashWell I might as well cash it all in If I was a no 'count gambler or a Texas foolOr a millionaire with a suit and real short hairOr do you even care
