Tack It Back Songtext
von Hudson–Ford

Going down the good road
With no money in hand
Long as I got to you
My clothes are awful dirty
And my shoes filled with sand
But turn me down
Yes you do

Getting tired
Ooh, getting sore
If I ain't gonna get my way
I'm straight out that door

Well, I've travelled half the county
For better paid jobs
To help me get the things you want
But I never knew I couldn't trust you
I see I've been away far too long


Getting tired
Ooh, getting sore
If I ain't gonna get my way
I'm straight out that door

Oh, you haven't got a heart
You haven't got a heart in you at all
First you give it all away
And make me your slave
And I end up right here on the floor
Take it back
Take it back
Take it back
Take it back

Take it back
Take it back
Take it back
Take it back

I had no other reason for being apart
Than to give you a better home
So go ahead and eat me but spit out my heart
Cos you ain't gonna try and a pick my bones


Getting tired
Ooh, getting sore
If I ain't gonna get my way
I'm straight out that door

Well, I've travelled half the county
For better paid jobs
To help me get the things you want
But I never knew I couldn't trust you
I see I've been away far too long

Take it back
Take it back
Take it back
Take it back...