Nanci Griffith - Spin On A Red Brick Floor lyrics
[Nanci Griffith - Spin On A Red Brick Floor lyrics]
I could use a little spin
On a red brick floor
In that crazy 'ol bar when Tim locks the door
Where the walls are gonna ring and
The strings are gonna bend
And it's a buss on the cheek
From all my old lovers again
Oh the Blue Ridge mountains at
The fall of the night
It sure feels good when you cross that line
I'll tip my cup and holler at the moon
I'll say-a-Great White North honey here's
To you sleep tight
I've gone crazy on this road with
All of this travellin alone
But the asphalt is burnin' tonight
The New England Spring's been good to me
There's been warmth to lend and
Good lines to sing
But, how I miss my native tongue
'cause new York City sorta brings
Out the stupids in me
I've got one more stop down in Tennessee
My sweetheart is there just a-waitin' on me
Then it's on down the road
Kickin' East Texas dust
I'll catch my breath with that
Hot Houston neon buzzin'
I've gone crazy on this road with
All of this travellin alone
But the asphalt is burnin' tonight
The New England Spring's been good to me
There's been warmth to lend and
Good lines to sing
But, how I miss my native tongue
'cause new York City sorta brings
Out the stupids in me
Oh, here comes a little spin
On a red brick floor
It's a crazy 'ol bar and
Tim's locked the door
The wall's are ringin'
The strings are gonna bend
And it's a buss on the cheek
From all my old lovers again
On a red brick floor
In that crazy 'ol bar when Tim locks the door
Where the walls are gonna ring and
The strings are gonna bend
And it's a buss on the cheek
From all my old lovers again
Oh the Blue Ridge mountains at
The fall of the night
It sure feels good when you cross that line
I'll tip my cup and holler at the moon
I'll say-a-Great White North honey here's
To you sleep tight
I've gone crazy on this road with
All of this travellin alone
But the asphalt is burnin' tonight
The New England Spring's been good to me
There's been warmth to lend and
Good lines to sing
But, how I miss my native tongue
'cause new York City sorta brings
Out the stupids in me
I've got one more stop down in Tennessee
My sweetheart is there just a-waitin' on me
Then it's on down the road
Kickin' East Texas dust
I'll catch my breath with that
Hot Houston neon buzzin'
I've gone crazy on this road with
All of this travellin alone
But the asphalt is burnin' tonight
The New England Spring's been good to me
There's been warmth to lend and
Good lines to sing
But, how I miss my native tongue
'cause new York City sorta brings
Out the stupids in me
Oh, here comes a little spin
On a red brick floor
It's a crazy 'ol bar and
Tim's locked the door
The wall's are ringin'
The strings are gonna bend
And it's a buss on the cheek
From all my old lovers again