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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hickoids
Hickoids
Performer
Lance Farley
Lance Farley
Drums
Jeffery James Smith
Jeffery James Smith
Lead Vocals
Thomas Trusnovic
Thomas Trusnovic
Electric Guitar
Rice Moorehead
Rice Moorehead
Electric Bass Guitar
Patrick Pena
Patrick Pena
Electric Guitar
Cody Richardson
Cody Richardson
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery James Smith
Jeffery James Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Mariconda
Mike Mariconda
Producer

Lyrics

I fell asleep starin' at the telephone
The radio was blarin' all the lights were on
A couch and coffee table
That's my home
I'd been thinkin' to myself
Yeah this ain't no good
Anything would be better
Anyone would do
Soon I was crawling
Near your neighborhood
I woke up on your lawn
Half frozen at the break of dawn
Low and slow I'll crawl on home
I'll stay out of sight
And when I slithered on
Down that avenue last night
I musta' been looking to your window
For some warmth
Or some light
It was pretty late
Yeah late last night
I got an old man's body
I got a young man's heart
It took my way too long
Just to crawl this far
And I didn't do nothing wrong
Still I best slither on
Shouldn't be looking to your window
For no warmth
Or no light
Maybe tomorrow...
I feel a little chill
It ain't no big deal
I'd like to stand up
I ain't got no knees...
And if I slither on
Down that avenue tonight
I know your street
Is up there on the right
It's cold tonight but the pavement burns
'cuz I don't never seem to learn
I ain't gonna make that turn
I roll low and slow
I'll keep out of sight
'cuz it's always too late
Yeah late last night
Written by: Jeff Smith
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