Lyrics Waylon Jennings – Smokey On Your Front Door
Text:
You got a Smokey on your front door
A Smokey on your back door, too
Lord-a-mercy, Buddy, I wouldn’t wanna be in your shoes
I can hear you talkin’, I can hear you singin’ the blues
A Smokey on your back door, too
You got a woman on the East Coast
One on the coast out West
One wants a baby, one wants a brand new dress
No way around it, you’re gonna spend some money,I guess
With a woman on the East Coast
One on the coast out West
Diesel is up, the freight is down
I believe they’re jerkin’ you boys around
Somebody oughta tell ’em if they don’t know
Little wheels turnin’ makes a big wheel roll
You got a Smokey on your front door
A Smokey on your back door, too
Lord-a-mercy, Buddy, I wouldn’t wanna be in your shoes
I can hear you talkin’, I can hear you singin’ the blues
You got a Smokey on your front door
A Smokey on your back door, too
Album
Waylon Jennings – Too Dumb For New York City, Too Ugly For L.A.
