I could use a little spin on a red brick floor
In that crazy old 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 traveling alone
But the asphalt is burning 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-waiting on me
Then it's on down the road kicking East Texas dust
I'll catch my breath with that hot Houston neon buzzing

I've gone crazy on this road with all of this traveling alone
But the asphalt is burning tonight

Oh, here comes a little spin on a red brick floor
It's a crazy old bar and Tim's locked the door
And the walls are ringing, the strings are gonna bend
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 old bar and Tim's locked the door
And the walls are ringing, the strings are gonna bend
It's a buss on the cheek from all my old lovers again