Down the Road

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