The Rolling Stones - Fast Talking, Slow Walking lyrics
[The Rolling Stones - Fast Talking, Slow Walking lyrics]
I'm a fast talking smooth-walking
Hard-living man when I'm on
And I'm a wild lover close brother
I like it warm when I come home
And ain't it hard to find
A guide in this life at all? I'm not alone
But I'm feeling lucky
'Cause I've got the dearest friends of all
I'm a fast-moving hip-shooting
Sharp-suited guy when I'm on
Oh, yeah well, it's a hearts-grabber
Rough rider you can sit right down
Between some coil, yeah
Well ain't it hard to find
A friend in this life at all?
Well, I'm on a call but I'm feeling lucky
'Cause I've got the dearest friends of all
When the winter's biting down, oh yeah
And your coat can't keep you warm
If the rain is slow with you givе me a call
Give me a call and I'm a high-stеpping
Go-getting know where I'm heading
Steady on the road ah, yeah
Don't wanna be too possessive
Too agressive sometimes you've got
You've got to stand up tall
Ain't it hard to find
A guide in this world at all?
I'm on the phone 'Cause I'm feeling lucky
'Cause I've got the dearest friends of all
Well, I'm a fast talking smooth-walking
Hard-living man hard-living man
When I'm on oh, yeah
Well, I'm a no-messing low-stressing
Pink-bellied guy i can't turn on
Oh, no ain't it hard to find
A guide in this world at all?
That ain't all, though
'Cause I'm feeling lucky
'Cause I've got the dearest friends of all
Oh, oh, oh ah yeah fast talking
Smooth-walking guy hard-living
Sharp-dressing no-messing
Low-swooping no-sleeping
A three-pint-drinking dough-fiending
Head-bruising no-fooling
Keep on cooling wild, wild yeah
Wilde lover cold, cold brother
Call me, why don't you call?
Call me, call me any time you want
Yeah, I've got the dearest friends of all
Hard-living man when I'm on
And I'm a wild lover close brother
I like it warm when I come home
And ain't it hard to find
A guide in this life at all? I'm not alone
But I'm feeling lucky
'Cause I've got the dearest friends of all
I'm a fast-moving hip-shooting
Sharp-suited guy when I'm on
Oh, yeah well, it's a hearts-grabber
Rough rider you can sit right down
Between some coil, yeah
Well ain't it hard to find
A friend in this life at all?
Well, I'm on a call but I'm feeling lucky
'Cause I've got the dearest friends of all
When the winter's biting down, oh yeah
And your coat can't keep you warm
If the rain is slow with you givе me a call
Give me a call and I'm a high-stеpping
Go-getting know where I'm heading
Steady on the road ah, yeah
Don't wanna be too possessive
Too agressive sometimes you've got
You've got to stand up tall
Ain't it hard to find
A guide in this world at all?
I'm on the phone 'Cause I'm feeling lucky
'Cause I've got the dearest friends of all
Well, I'm a fast talking smooth-walking
Hard-living man hard-living man
When I'm on oh, yeah
Well, I'm a no-messing low-stressing
Pink-bellied guy i can't turn on
Oh, no ain't it hard to find
A guide in this world at all?
That ain't all, though
'Cause I'm feeling lucky
'Cause I've got the dearest friends of all
Oh, oh, oh ah yeah fast talking
Smooth-walking guy hard-living
Sharp-dressing no-messing
Low-swooping no-sleeping
A three-pint-drinking dough-fiending
Head-bruising no-fooling
Keep on cooling wild, wild yeah
Wilde lover cold, cold brother
Call me, why don't you call?
Call me, call me any time you want
Yeah, I've got the dearest friends of all