Edwin McCain Don't Bring Me Down
E. McCain Well I don't drive a fast car You know it just ain't my stlye And I don't give a damn about that You know it ain't worth my while And I've been known to run around Burned some bridges in my time You know these girls tried to tie me down But my heart is still all mine Well Elvis had his blue suede shoes and Samson had his hair You know I got my music baby And My Dreams Will Take Me There You know I don't smoke cigarettes I don't see the point And if you're gonna put smoke in your lungs Might as well smoke a joint CHORUS Well I don't mind if you hang around Just don't start talking that love talk baby Don't Bring Me Down Well don't call me a scoundrel Baby don't call me a theif Don't look down your nose at me I don't need all your grief Join me and the Jesters, singing for today Live life at its fullest Before it slips away CHORUS Why you want to shoot me down I'm just trying to be your friend now baby But you lock the door, hide the key, hide under the bed You're gonna hide from me Come on baby, let me in...
