Spin On A Red Brick Floor - Nanci Griffith

I could use a little spin on a red brick floor

In that crazy ol bar when Tim locks the door

Where the walls are gonna ring

And the strings are gonna bend

And it's a buss on the cheek

From all my old lovers again

Oh the Blue Ridge mountains

At the fall of the night

It sure feels good when you cross that line

I'll tip my cup and holler at the moon

I'll say a Great White North

Honey here's to you sleep tight

I've gone crazy on this road

With all of this travellin alone

But the asphalt is burnin tonight

The New England Spring's been good to me

There's been warmth to lend

And good lines to sing

But how I miss my native tongue

Cause New York City sorta

Brings out the stupids in me

I've got one more stop down in Tennessee

My sweetheart is there just a waitin on me

Then it's on down the road kickin East Texas dust

I'll catch my breath with

That hot Houston neon buzzin

I've gone crazy on this road

With all of this travellin alone

But the asphalt is burnin tonight

Oh here comes a little spin

On a red brick floor

It's a crazy ol bar

And Tim's locked the door

The wall's are ringin

The strings are gonna bend

And it's a buss on the cheek

From all my old lovers again

Oh here comes a little spin

On a red brick floor

It's a crazy ol bar

And Tim's locked the door

The wall's are ringin

The strings are gonna bend

And it's a buss on the cheek

From all my old lovers again