Roy Wood
Roy Wood
Roy Wood
Roy Wood
Roy Wood
Roy Wood
Roy Wood
Roy Wood
Roy Wood
Well I'm off to Indiana
Like a 50's cycle driver hound
Drop me at the station
Maybe you'll have to put your burden down
Rock down low you bad town sinners
Rock down low till you shake the floor
Rock down low you bad town sinners
Till you can't rock and roll no more
Everybody's boppin'
Till there's nothin' left upon your ears
Keep a-rockin' till your legs are achin'
Like a tractor wheel
Rock down low you bad town sinners
Rock down low till you shake the floor
Rock down low you cold house grinners
Till you can't rock and roll no more
Jeanie asked for help
And so you find yourself in touch again
Soon be on your knees
And try to squeeze you back to Vietnam
Rock down low you bad town sinners
Rock down low till you shake the floor
Rock down low you cold house grinners
Till you can't rock and roll no more
Rock down low till you shake the floor
Rock down low you bad town sinners
Till you can't rock and roll no more
Rock down low
Till you can't rock and roll again
No more
Rock down low