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Little Feat
Album - 1971 - Debaser id 74389

By Little Feat

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Strawberry Flats (02:25)
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Ripped off and run out of town
Had my guitar burned when I was clownin'
Haven't slept in a bed for a week
And my shoes feel like they're part of my feet
Let me come down where I won't be a bother to no one

Let me unwind please give me a hole to recline in

Knocked on my friend's door in moody texas
And asked if he had a place for me
His hair was cut off and he was wearing a suit
And he said not in my house, not in my house
You look like you're part of a conspiracy

Now I'm six hours out on strawberry flats
Trying to get to Waco 'fore it freezes over

They're stopping every one who looks too wierd
At the ghoul bust texas road block
Oh let me come down where I won't be a bother to no one
Let me unwind please give me a hole to recline in

Got a ride on a highway king
Made the cross road by nine fifteen
If I don't find a place to crash
Well I might as well cash it all in

If I was a no 'count gambler or a Texas fool
Or a millionaire with a suit and real short hair
Or do you even care
Your rating:
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Willin' (02:25)
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Lowell George

I been warped by the rain, driven by the snow
I'm drunk and dirty don't ya know, and I'm still, willin'
Out on the road late at night, Seen my pretty Alice in every head light
Alice, Dallas Alice

I've been from Tuscon to Tucumcari
Tehachapi to Tonapah
Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made
Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed
And if you give me: weed, whites, and wine
and you show me a sign
I'll be willin', to be movin'

I've been kicked by the wind, robbed by the sleet
Had my head stoved in, but I'm still on my feet and I'm still... willin'
Now I smuggled some smokes and folks from Mexico
baked by the sun, every time I go to Mexico, and I'm still

And I been from Tuscon to Tucumcari
Tehachapi to Tonapah
Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made
Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed
And if you give me: weed, whites, and wine
and you show me a sign
I'll be willin', to be movin
Your rating:
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Hamburger Midnight (02:32)
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Square knees was asking for a reason
How can I go sleeping in a car
I got red hot tires my tires are smokin'
I'm so broke I don't wanna stop

My gears are crying
My gears are crying
I got the ha hamburger
ha hamburger
I got the ha hamburger midnight blues

Got a grease mother she's a holder finder
Keeper of the scooter gas
You gotta lift your tail and seal you fate

Snort the crank your old man stashed
And ride a tin can
Ride a tin can street machine

Square knees was asking for a reason
How can I go sleeping in a car
I got red hot tires my tires are smokin'
I'm so broke I don't wanna stop
My gears are crying
My gears are crying
I got the ha hamburger
I got the ha hamburger
I got the ha hamburger midnight blues
Your rating:
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Crack in Your Door (02:19)
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Lowell George

I don't even know what I did wrong
But her old man said if I didn't get out of town
I might not live too long
And I can still see her mother with her hair up in rolls
As she cast a telling glance at that young girl's red hot eyes
Sometimes I think I could lose
All my troubles but here I stand
They're trying to cure me with nicotine and whiskey
Watching their faces passing me by

And I've been holding out my hand
Waiting for love to come at my command
But the glow from around my head is gone
And if I don't get a ride real soon
I might be dead in the ground

Sometimes I think I could lose
All my troubles but here I stand
They're trying to cure me with nicotine and whiskey
Watching their faces passing me by

There's no need to follow
Look into the eyes of this wandering stranger
I won't rob or steal your money
So don't let the wind through the crack in your door
Don't let the wind through the crack in your door
Your rating:
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