(Guitar & Instrumental Track)
You've been runnin' in the streets again But I'd never had a hand on you I've been a better man this year Than all the men that you've been through Don
Here she come, yeah, with that head rag on There she go, yeah, with that head rag on Here she come, with that head rag on If you're walkin' down the
I begin to wonder, baby What's goin' on when I'm not at home I begin to wonder, baby I know you ain't there all alone Every time I have to leave you,
iceman, baby, I'm so hot I'll probably freeze I'm gonna whip up a twister, turn tornadoes to a breeze Yes, I'm your iceman, baby Yes, I'm your iceman
Oh honey hush, yes you talk too much Oh honey hush, yes you talk too much Listenin' to your conversation is just about to separate us You start talkin
Playing with my mind, babe Always accusing me of doing wrong I say you're playing with my mind, woman You're always accusing me of doing wrong I can see
Don't you do it Lordy so good like that Don't you do it Gimme all you got like that Don't you do it My temperature's shot so high Don't you do it My
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Put your shoe on the other foot You can walk just like me Put your shoe on another foot You can walk just like me Walkin' an' a talkin' See an' feel
Take a lot of entertainers, sing songs 'Bout the things they experienced in life Some entertainers sing songs that they, ah Seen other people experience
Put your shoe on the other foot, you can walk, just like me Put your shoe on another foot, you can walk, just like me Walkin' an' a talkin', see an' feel
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I remember when I was snowed in and up at old Shire town I'm sure the next tour take me right back through that town Snow was up to your shoulders man
Travellin' South, tryin' to work my way back home I said I'm headed South, tryin' to work my way back home I'm so broken an' hungry, ain't no money for
