Tim Wheatley - Burning The Midnight Oil Lyrics
Red sky in the morning, heed a Sheppard’s warning, best be goneHi-tail it out of here, making it up as I go alongSo steady as she goes I steer the Chevy’s nose, carving borderlinesBurning the midnight oil trying to sever tiesYeah OooooooooohGo on go chase the things you lust, there’s a little bit of whore in all of usI wont tell if you wont tell, I wont tell if you wont tellMake haste because today just ain’t your day, take tongues at the mention of your nameYou left me high and dry, there but for the grace of God go IYeah OoooooooooohNo Sir. I ain’t got a dollar, hell I ain’t got a dimeI'm so hot under the collar, wasting my precious timeThe rhythm of the road an unyielding abode, heavy and trueBurning the midnight oil to be rid of youYeah OooooooooooohGo on go chase the things you lust, there’s a little bit of whore in all of usI wont tell if you wont tell, I wont tell if you wont tellMake haste because today just ain’t your day, take tongues at the mention of your nameYou left me high and dry, there but for the grace of God go IYeah Oooooooooooh
