Floorboard Blues Lyrics

Look under his floorboards, Mama

I don't trust his silly grin

He's got a beat up Rambler with Nebraska plates

I ain't getting in

I don't like the way his pinky ring

Picks up the dashboard light

Or his short little piggy fingers

Or the way his belt is cinched too tight

Check under his floorboards, Mama

I don't like his suggestive tone

The way the words drip from his mouth

As he asks, Can I take you home

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I think I'd rather walk alone

Than to sit in the back seat

As his eyes in the mirror

Reduce me to flesh and bone

Check under his floorboards, Mama

'Cause that razor's not just a threat to me

He'll be slicing tiny crescents from your heart

Without laying a sweaty palm on your cheek

Don't accuse me of running scared

But listen to what I'm saying

It's a fucked up old world but this ole girl

Well, she ain't giving in