Ian Hunter

(ian hunter)
Well the times gettin hard for you little girl
Im a hummin and a strummin all over gods world
You dont remember when you got your last meal
And you forgot just how a woman feels
You didnt know what rock n roll was
Until you met a drummer on a greyhound bus
I got there in the nick of time
Before he got his hands across your state line
Well in the middle of the night
On the open road
And the heater dont work and its oh-so cold
Youre gettin tired, youre lookin kinda beat
The music of the street, drive you off your feet
You didnt know how rock n roll looked
Until you caught your sister with a guy from the group
Half-way home in the parking lot