Lyric Till I Get on My Feet

(Bob McDill)

She was quite a looker she kept herself up well
She was crowdin forty but in the dark you couldn t tell
I sat down at her table and had myself a pour
Then we slow danced by the jukebox to a motel room next door.

I whispered soft and sweet what s the use in waitin
Love is wild and free and night is quickly fadin
She said it may be wild but honey it ain t free
Would you lay twenty on me till I get on my feet.

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I whispered soft and sweet what s the use in waitin
Love is wild and free and night is quickly fadin
She said it may be wild but honey it ain t free
Would you lay twenty on me till I get on my feet...