Slide - The Cadillac Three

There’s something 'bout the feel

Of glass on steel

Like hands on the hips of a woman

You start at the top and work your way down

You strike a chord and get her goin'

She’s looking round the room

Lookin' a little thirsty

Wonderin' who’s buying tonight

Well I whip out the bills

And lookin' for thrills

And say, «Hey, baby, I’m your guy.»

Slide that shot across the bar and pay the man four dollar fifty

Slide them heels on the dance floor, that’s why rednecks drink whiskey

Slide on over here 'cause you’re lookin' so so damn pretty

Slide on into second girl, I don’t mind getting a little bit dirty

Slide oh

Slide oh

Well that band’s kickin' ass

She’s shakin' hers

And that beer’s flowin' like water

That’ll make me stay

That look in her eyes

She ain’t worried about tomorrow

Slide on out the door gonna leave my keys at the bar

Slide on in a cab well honey my place ain’t far

Slide on over here 'cause you’re lookin' so so damn pretty

Slide on in the third, I don’t mind gettin' a little bit dirty

Slide oh

Slide oh

Slide that dress off ya, girl

A little birthday suit dainty

Slide under them sheets girl

I got the velvet, a little bit fancy

Slide on over here 'cause you’re lookin' so so damn pretty

Slide on into home, I don’t mind gettin' a little bit dirty

Slide oh

Slide oh