Cold, cold, cold
Cold, cold, cold
Freezing it was freezing in that hotel
I had no, money, my special friend was gone
The TV set was busted so she went along
I called room service, I'm down here on
My knees, a peach, or a pear or a coconut please
But they was cold

Well it's been a month since I seen my girl
Or a dime to make the call 'cause it passed
Me up or it passed me by or I couldn't decide
At all and I'm mixed up, I'm so mixed up
Don't you know I'm lonely and I wish the world
Would get off my case and get on one of its own

Cold, cold, cold
Cold, cold, cold
That woman was freezing, freezing cold
Well I tried everything to warm her up
Now I'm living in the cold hotel 'cause
She passed me up or she passed me by or I
Couldn't decide at all, Oh I'm mixed up
Yes I'm mixed up, don't you know I'm lonely
of all the things I had to do I had to fall
In love you know she's cold

Turn your clock back woman when you see me
Comin' round, my feet don't even, don't even
Touch the ground
Don't be cold, don't be cold
Don't be cold, don't be cold
Il tuo voto:
You yelled hey when your car wouldn't start
So you got real nervous and started to eat your heart out
Now you're so fat your shoes don't fit on your feat
You got trouble
And it's tailor made
Well mama lay your head down in the shade

'Cause your eyes are tired, and your feat are too
And you wish the world was as tired as you, whoa
Well I'll write a letter, and I'll send it away
And put all the trouble in int you had today

Oh your telephone ring and you went "oh ho"
You forgot about this, and you forgot about that
'Cause you got to get back to what you doing
Goodbye, click that, so and so
You're an island and on your own

You yelled hey when the stove blew up
Upset? why yes
And the footprints on your ceiling, they're almost gone
And you're wondering why?
Well mama lay your head down, don't you cry
Il tuo voto:
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
Il tuo voto:
-- Lowell George

Lady in a turban, cocaine tree
Does a dance so rhythmically
She's cryin', and a singin' and having a time
and gee that cocaine tree look fine

You've got to put on your sailin shoes
Put on your sailing shoes
Everyone will start to cheer
When you put on your sailin' shoes

Jedidiah, he's got a dime
Says he catch a more fish, every time
Well I've got a line, and you've got a pole
And I'll meet you at the fishin' hole

You've got to put on your sailin shoes
Put on your sailing shoes
Everyone will start to cheer
When you put on your sailin' shoes

Doctor, doctor, I feel so bad
This is the worst day, I ever had
Have you this misery a very long time?
Well if you if, I'll lay it on the line

You've got to put on your sailin shoes
Put on your sailing shoes
Everyone will start to cheer
When you put on your sailin' shoes
Il tuo voto:
Some contend that rock and roll
Is bad for the the body and bad for the soul
Bad for the heart, bad for the mind,
Bad for the deaf, and bad for the blind

Makes some men crazy and then they act like fools
Makes some men crazy, and then they start to drool

Unscrupulous operators could confuse
Exploit and deceive the reflex theories and change the probabilities
It's a crass and rockous crackas place
With pavlov on the the human race
It's a terrible illness, it's a terrible case
And it's usually permanent when it takes place

It's a teenage nervouse breakdown
Nervous teenage breakdown

Some contend that rock and roll
Is bad for the the body and bad for the soul
Bad for the heart, bad for the mind,
Bad for the deaf, and bad for the blind

Makes some men crazy and then they act like fools
Makes some men crazy, and then they start to drool
Il tuo voto:
Carico...
Tu e Sailin' Shoes
Nella collezione di
Carico...