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Shelly Fairchild. Ready to Fall. Zeneszám

You're hot as a desert, hell in a sheet
Home's anywhere you lay your feet
Your heart is full of
Tumbleweed and brimstone

Whisper in your whiskey late at night
You might fool an untrained eye
But I know what you need
Someone to depend on

Hey, I can be tender
I can be sweet
I can sweep the Devil
Off his red hot feet
Oh, I do love dancin'
Down a hardwood hall

Hey I'll be a huckleberry hell cat too
Run a hundred miles backward in them boots
When your tough gets tired
Baby, give me a call
See, I can tell by the way you walk
You're ready to fall

Hard like a hammer, fit like a glove
Forty-seven different shades of love
Don't you think it's time
To try one on?

Oh, you and Custer, fools of a feather
Hide behind them hides of leather
You'll throw up that white flag
Before too long

See, I can be tender
I can be sweet
I can sweep the Devil
Off his red hot feet
Oh, I do love dancin'
Down a hardwood hall

Hey I'll be a huckleberry hell cat too
Run a hundred miles backward in your boots
When your tough gets tired
Baby, give me a call
See, I can tell by the way you talk
You're ready to fall

Hey, na na na na na la na
La na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na naw

Hey, oo la na na
Oo oo oo
De da na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na

Maybe it's the liquor
Maybe it's the night
Maybe it's the way your face holds light
Maybe it's the music
Maybe it's lust
Maybe you're a diamond
Maybe you're dust

Maybe I'm the woman
Maybe you're the man
Maybe we'll crawl
Maybe we'll stand
Maybe your heart's like Jericho's Wall
Call me Joshua
Ready to fall

Hey I can be tender
I can be sweet
I can sweep the Devil
Off his red hot feet
Oh, I do love dancin'
Down a hardwood hall

Hey, I'll be a huckleberry hell cat too
Run a hundred miles backward in them boots
When your tough gets tired
Baby, give me a call
Hey, I can tell by the way you walk
You're ready to fall

Hey, I can tell by the way you walk
You're ready to fall
You're ready to fall, yeah

Whisper in your whiskey late at night
You might fool an untrained eye
But I know what you need
Someone to depend on

Fairchild, Shelly