Spin On A Red Brick Floor Lyrics - Nanci Griffith

Well, 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 

It's a buss on the cheek from all my old lovers again 

And it's 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 travelin' alone 

But the asphalt is burnin' tonight 

Oh, 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' 

And I've gone crazy on this road 

With all of this travelin' 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 

It's a buss on the cheek from all my old lovers again 

And 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 

It's a buss on the cheek from all my old lovers again