Well, I could use a little spin on a red brick floor In that crazy ol' bar when Tim locks the door Where the walls are gonna ring and the strings are gonna bend It's a buss on the cheek from all my old lovers again And it's 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 travelin' alone But the asphalt is burnin' tonight Oh, 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-waitin' on me Then it's on down the road kickin' East Texas dust I'll catch my breath with that hot Houston neon buzzin' And I've gone crazy on this road With all of this travelin' alone But the asphalt is burnin' tonight Oh, here comes a little spin on a red brick floor It's a crazy ol' bar and Tim's locked the door The wall's are ringin', the strings are gonna bend It's a buss on the cheek from all my old lovers again And here comes a little spin on a red brick floor It's a crazy ol' bar and Tim's locked the door The wall's are ringin', the strings are gonna bend It's a buss on the cheek from all my old lovers again