Root Riot

I walked in late

with dust on my shoes Found a backbeat hiding in the blues

Your eyes said stay,

my hands said go So I let that little amplifier glow (uh-huh)

Then the floorboards started talking back Like a freight train riding on

the track

If you want me,

say it plain and true I got one match left to burn

for you (ooh)

Shake me loose, let the good time roll Put your hands on

the wheel of my soul

Hard and sweet, like a fevered tune We can light up the

room this afternoon (hey!) (come on!)

You wear that grin like a borrowed crown

Spinning my compass upside down

I tried to pray,

I tried to play it cool But funk in the feet makes

its own rule (yeah)

Shake me loose, let the good time roll Put your hands on

the wheel of my soul

Hard and sweet, like a fevered tune We can light up the

room this afternoon (hey!) (one more!) Good time roll,

good time roll Wheel of my soul (uh-huh)