Resurrection Band

Hot Footin'

Resurrection Band


Summertime daze through blister street haze
Wing-tipping, fleet-footing, side-stepping
Ya gimme all your bad talk, boot-pumping
Brass button shucking and guffin'

Street corner preach to gum pop jive turkey
Trotting past that Main Street peep show
Banana-boat Buick blaring stereo
can't drown out where he is saying

Jeremiah, just keep wailing to every junkyard hound
As long as he's got feet, he'll be hotfootin' around

Sidewalk stomping, quit your cussing
This is a bee-bopping, kazoo honking
Salvation Army one man band
hammering guitar in his hand
Look at that dude
with the silver boom box and the bad
Red baseball cap; he wears it just so
He'll take your Seiko
and sell it back to you, just like that

Jeremiah, just keep wailing to every junkyard hound

As long as he's got feet, he'll be hotfootin' around
Jeremiah, just keep wailing to every junkyard hound
As long as he's got feet, he'll be hotfootin' around

Brothers and sisters, " he tells then
This broad way ain't the way to Heaven
You're so busy dying, you forget you can be born again
Hey, street preacher, let us be, he don't pay 'em no mind
In front of the bail and bond, down
any heel-romping mean street
Dude, you can't keep hustling God, no can do
That smells about as sweet as rose tattoo

Jeremiah, just keep wailing to every junkyard hound
As long as he's got feet, he'll be hotfootin' around
Jeremiah, just keep wailing to every junkyard hound
As long as he's got feet, he'll be hotfootin' around

Composição: Leandro

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