Don Quixote got nothing on me
Saddle up the windmill I feel a breeze
I'm fully loaded, you got keys
Don't know about the next but the first trip is free
So get free, baby on meNight owl reasons and a trifle snow blind
Don't let the sun hurt those turquoise eyes
Skin like the moon in a medusa's wig
Strictly rockers when she makes your gig
Makes the gig, makes it bigYou can feed me to the lions, I don't care
Take my weed and my money and put it somewhere
You can do what you want to but leave my guitar alone
Do what you want to but leave my guitar aloneIf the heater starts hiss'n then you hit the door
Old song and dance no less, no more
Baby your ceiling feels like my floor
Looks like a spider but you should hear it roar, hear it roar, yes it roarsOut in california their throw'n a bash
Where the growers grow green and they bury the cash
Don't worry baby how long it lasts
You got friends around sit back relax, relax, I got your backI ain't playing at just being mean
I don't want to cause a scene
I'm here to give you baby anything
Besides that guitar only has five stringsThe old caboose is rocking on down the line
Dew drop inn it sure feels fine
Get it all done before the fog rolls in
The sun shines back
We'll do it again, and again, do it again
Songwriters
CHRIS ROBINSONPublished by
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