Going My Way Songtext
von Randy Weeks
Going My Way Songtext
Ruby had rhythm, she didn′t miss a beat
She picked me up in Phoenix, walking down the street
How did I ever even make it to the shore
With the thunderheads cracking, a-pitching and a-rolling?
Virginia was a gift given to me
She came without instructions and no guarantees
She asked me if I knew a way out of the den
I jumped into the back seat and took a little spin
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
Katie was the daughter of Gentleman Joe
She walked on water, hell, I can't even row
How did I ever even make it to the show
With the thunderheads cracking, a-pitching and a-rolling?
Lisa was a looker, a picture of repose
I left her on a patio, polishing her toes
Julie was a dancer, daddy′s little star
I met her in the back of a railway car
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
Wendy wanted Valentine, she always dressed in red
And bred at the head of her bamboo bed
Valerie was lucky, she didn't feel a thing
With Demerol and Lorcet waiting by the sink
She drove me to Atlanta, we rode in a parade
The band was a-playing a Dixie serenade
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
She picked me up in Phoenix, walking down the street
How did I ever even make it to the shore
With the thunderheads cracking, a-pitching and a-rolling?
Virginia was a gift given to me
She came without instructions and no guarantees
She asked me if I knew a way out of the den
I jumped into the back seat and took a little spin
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
Katie was the daughter of Gentleman Joe
She walked on water, hell, I can't even row
How did I ever even make it to the show
With the thunderheads cracking, a-pitching and a-rolling?
Lisa was a looker, a picture of repose
I left her on a patio, polishing her toes
Julie was a dancer, daddy′s little star
I met her in the back of a railway car
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
Wendy wanted Valentine, she always dressed in red
And bred at the head of her bamboo bed
Valerie was lucky, she didn't feel a thing
With Demerol and Lorcet waiting by the sink
She drove me to Atlanta, we rode in a parade
The band was a-playing a Dixie serenade
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
She was going my way
Writer(s): Randall Barry Weeks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
