Lyrics:
Piano Shoot Shoot

camaraderie. It's a vision of progression. It's a vision. Please don't shoot the piano player, he's doing the best he can. Please don't shoot the piano

Walk a mile in my tennis shoes Tina Turner gave me the highway blues But I don't love nobody but you, honey I'm true rat for the things I done Second

bird Has flown from out my arms I thought myself her keeper She thought I meant her harm She thought I was the archer A weatherman of words But I could never shoot

I heard from a friend you'd been messing around With a cute little thing I'd been dating up-town Well I don't know if I like that idea much Well you better

Have you heard the dogs at night Somewhere on the hill Chasin' some poor criminal? And I guess they?re out to kill Oh, there must be shackles on his

: Daniel is travelling tonight on a plane I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye God it looks like Daniel

: Walk a mile in my tennis shoes Tina Turner gave me the highway blues But I don't love nobody but you honey I'm true rat for the things I done Second

: I was sitting in the classroom Trying to look intelligent In case the teacher looked at me She was long and she was lean She's a middle-aged dream

: There's a fly in the window A dog in the yard And a year since I saw you There's a trunk in the corner I keep all my letters My bills and demands I