Down the Road

George I gave you high steppin' slippers but you still can't move your feat And it's cold in the morning so I turn away at the heat You say : 'Faster boy, speed up' - but still I'm much too slow I feel your innuendo You got all the answers, least they say you do But when I start to strut my stuff, you say : 'Hey, time to go' That ain't what I've been told Guess I better meet you down the road, down the road You know sometimes I wanna steal away and stay, yeah Till my faces touch the ground My dinner in Chicago, oh my breakfast down the line If you don't hear from me, girl, I hope you're feelin' fine Cause I've been doin' time, hope you're feelin' fine Call me up, catch a plane, don't think of taking another game Cause my regular lady she gets my pocket change Do you want my every thought ? Well, come over here and try to get me off Won't you please me ? Shake your dignity Put a little on me On me, on me, on me