Spin On A Red Brick Floor — текст песни (Nanci Griffith)

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 ...

(chorus)
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`

(repeat chorus)

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