the only man who could drawl on a piano
slur of the hands across the keys and presto
women weak at the knees

somebody help me please

‘cause I got nothing, No, nothing
except this easy playing rain
got to be travelling, woah, travelling
‘til I play away this pain

come Monday morning
still playing the same
hands running, rippling
I’m goin’ to rip the rhythm from this frame

still I got to travel
just to pay, woa-oo-ohoh-woaww-oh
another moment’s heart beat—
on this keyboard of mine

mmm hmmm