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)