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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Little Feat
Little Feat
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lowell George
Lowell George
Composer
Paul Barrere
Paul Barrere
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bill Payne
Bill Payne
Producer
Bill Wray
Bill Wray
Producer

Letra

Well the night that I got into town Was the night the rain froze on the ground Down the street I heard such a sorrowful tune Comin' from the place they call the Spanish Moon Well I stepped inside, and stood by the door While a dark girl sang, and played the guitar There was hookers, and hustlers, filled up the room I heard about this place they call the Spanish Moon One false step, you get done in It's a cold situation Don't care who, you could all face ruin You could lose it all down at the Spanish Moon Whiskey, and bad cocaine Poison get you just the same And if that -- that don't -- kill you soon The women will down at the Spanish Moon Well I pawned my watch, and I sold my ring Just to hear that girl singing (ooh who) I don't care who, you could all face ruin You can lose it all down at the Spanish Moon Whiskey, and bad cocaine Poison get you just the same And if that -- that don't -- kill you soon The women will down at the Spanish Moon Well I'm waitin' for something to take place Something to take me away from this race 'Round city to city, town to town Runnin' around in the shoes of a clown And that desperate, no count, desperado A thief of love, my business is the street I be shakin' 'em down In old Colorado Texas she's nice, but Georgia's oh so sweet Steal away with me darlin' your lovin' just can't be beat So it seems that the world keeps on turnin' but so what I don't doubt it, it just keeps on the move You're a dream, and that's all that I ask for So well now, I'm wonderin' just how I'm gonna tell it to you Skin it back (skin it back) Somethin' real, somethin' to feel I can't find a soul who'll take on this mess It's those rock and roll hours, early graves without flowers Please darlin' put my mind at rest I'm beggin' whoa darlin' put my mind at rest So it seems that the world keeps on turnin' well so what I don't doubt it, it just keeps on the move You're a dream, and that's all that I ask for So well now, I'm wonderin' just a-how I'm gonna tell it to you Skin it back tell it to you Skin it back tell it to you Skin it back tell it to you
Writer(s): Paul Barrere, George Lowell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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