Little Feat Strawberry Flats Lyrics

Strawberry Flats Lyrics

Bill Payne, Lowell George 



Ripped off and run out of town 

Had my guitar burned when I was clownin' 

Haven't slept in a bed for a week 

And my shoes feel like they're part of my feet 

Let me come down where I won't be a bother to no one 

Let me unwind please give me a hole to recline in 

  

Knocked on my friend's door in moody texas 

And asked if he had a place for me 

His hair was cut off and he was wearing a suit 

And he said not in my house, not in my house 

You look like you're part of a conspiracy 

  

Now I'm six hours out on strawberry flats 

Trying to get to Waco 'fore it freezes over 

They're stopping every one who looks too wierd 

At the ghoul bust Texas road block 

Oh let me come down where I won't be a bother to no one 

Let me unwind please give me a hole to recline in 

  

Got a ride on a highway king 

Made the cross road by nine fifteen 

If I don't find a place to crash 

Well I might as well cash it all in 

  

If I was a no 'count gambler or a Texas fool 

Or a millionaire with a suit and real short hair 

Or do you even care