Floorboard Blues - Cowboy Junkies

作词：Michael Timmins

作曲：Michael Timmins

Check under his floorboard mama

I don't trust his silly grin

He's got a beat up rambler

Nebraska plates

I ain't gettin' in

I don't like the way his pinky ring

Picks up the dashboard light

Or his short little piggy fingers

Or the way his belt is cinched too tight

Check under his floorboard mama

I don't like his suggestive tone

The way his words drip from his mouth

As he asks Can I take you home

I don't care how many miles

I gotI think

I'd rather walk them alone

Than to sit in the back seat

As his eyes in the mirror

Reduce me to flesh and bone

Check under his floorboard mama'

Cause that razor's not just a threat to me

He'll be slicin' tiny crescents from your heart

Without layin' a sweaty palm on your cheek

Don't accuse me of runnin' scared

Listen to what

I'm sayin'

It's a fuck up ol' world but this ol' girl

Well she ain't givin' in