Feather Bed

I love fast cars and fancy ladies
Especially when they’re painted red
I love the window that shows star-shine
And makin’ love in a feather bed

I love that Louisiana hot sauce
And fat girls who don’t wear jeans
I love the wind when it blows dresses
And I love all that’s to be seen

My mind is reelin’
From all of the feelin’
Of just plain bein’ alive
Baby I love you

There’s nothin’ above you
And there won’t be ‘til I die
I love to sip Kentucky boomer
Or North Dakota Stanford juice

I love to dancе on when the music
Winds me up and turns mе loose
I love the girls who wear lace undies
Italian oranges and brown bread
The golden days of rock ‘n’ rollin’
And makin’ love in a feather bed