Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Gently does it, for a change
I used to think you were just like a mountain range
Your big boots stomped where small men feared to tread
I can hardly believe what I just read
And a few years ago you'd been on this road so long
I hear they're building a highway, to take you home
They say you can't travel anymore
But you've got the key to a new front door
And don't you know, 'cause you once said it all
When you stand so high you've got so far to fall
And a few years ago you'd been on this road so long
I hear they're building a highway, to take you home
Not everyone can look you eye to eye
'Cause you get difficult, dangerous, I'm damned if I lie
But we all pay the price, and they place your ante high
And a few years ago you'd been on this road so long
I hear they're building a highway, to take you home
And a few years ago you'd been on this road so long
I hear they're building a highway, to take you home
Gently Does It was written by Rab Noakes.