Walk

Oh darlin', the list of sins goes on and on.
Everybody, they know that I have done you wrong.
Love vultures, they ask me how our love went south.
They scramble to eat the words out of my mouth.

So now I'm hanging on on the other side of town,
Where nobody even knows my name.
I get so tired of hearin' it,
I hear it from every other clown:
I could of had you but I let you slip away.

Mr Lopez, he sells me fish on Saturdays.
He tells me you might come back if I'd behave.
And now he's washin' off a piece of sole that's half gone bad;
"Compadre, she was the best you ever had."

So now I'm hanging on on the other side of town,
Where nobody even knows my name.
I get so tired of hearin' it, I hear it from every other clown:
I could of had you but I let you slip away.
One more favor, Babe, just before you're gone to stay:

 

 

Walk on down my street, with your little feet,
Walk on down my street, walk!
Walk it one more time, it won't cost a dime,
Walk on down my street, walk!

Old Nelly, she runs the courts at Parker Gym.
She tells me you found a man and moved right in.
She sticks a needle deep into my ball and starts to pump,
Thankful that she never wasted time on such a chump.

So now I'm hangin' on on the other side of town,
Where nobody even knows my name.
So tired of hearin' it, I hear it from every other clown:
I could of had you but I let you slip away.
One more favor, Babe, just before you're gone to stay

Walk on down my street, with your little feet,
Walk on down my street, walk!
Walk it one more time, it won't cost a dime,
Walk on down my street, walk!

 

Lead Vocal: Eric Delore
Rhythm Electric Guitar: Jon Hundt, Eric Delore
Solo Electric Guitar: Jon Hundt
Bass: Kennan Shaw
Drums: Bill Coffin
Backing Vocals: Rayke Hekker, Carol Sevilla
Keyboard: Mike Ost
Walk ©1996 Eric Delore.
All rights reserved.