Waltz Real Slow

i think i'm letting you go real slow 

you never did me any good anyway 

i think i'm ending this low 

you always said you would go someday 



you're taking this bad i know i know 

calm down and i'll be still so very still 

oh come here out of the cold 

this draft is making me ill so ill 



and you keep on giving me one for the road 

and you keep on telling me stories i know 

and you keep on keep on or so i've been told 

and you keep on giving me one for the road 



wake me covered in one inch snow 

wake me up before you go go go 

you do prefer me still so very still 

oh come here out of the cold 

this drug is making me start to feel 



and you keep on giving me one for the road 

and you keep on telling me stories i know