Vince Gill

I work my fingers to the bone
Just trying to keep up with the Jones
You call me on the telephone
Say baby hurry hurry home.
Pour me a little splash of red
You look like you could raise the dead
Have you got something on your mind
Come on girl we're wasting time.
Chorus
Just let your body do the talking
Don't let the words get in the way
Yeah, I can tell the way you're walking
That you got nothing left to say.
Ain't gonna watch the evening news
'Cause I don't care who's shooting who
You're putting on my favorite shoes
About to do that thing you do.
Ah, let's do it all night long
Cause in the morning I'll be gone
If everything works out all right
Same place, same time tomorrow night.
Chorus
Just let your body do the talking
Don't let the words get in the way
Yeah, I can tell the way you're walking
That you got nothing left to say.
Ain't got nothin' to say.
Chorus
Just let your body do the talking
Don't let the words get in the way
Yeah, I can tell the way you're walking
That you got nothing left to say.
Yeah, I can tell the way you're walking
That you got nothing left to say
Nothin' baby...