Song Description
funky, edgy rock song in which defiant singer asserts his independence - could apply to love or work or any area where someone else tries to control you. Song voyages through surreal, Dylanesque images of modern city and country.
| Song Length |
4:36 |
Genre |
Rock - Funk, Rock - Modern |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Restless, Annoyed |
Subject |
Pride, Walking |
| Similar Artists |
The Eagles, Bob Dylan |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
who did you talk to?
Call me next month
I?m back logged back burner
I can?t talk right now
which way?s the cleaners?
Who is your daddy?
Go check out them beamers
i don?t need no caddy
put out your hands
they are your friends
gonna be with you until the end
I can?t be your boy
get me out of the dining car
it wants to go to my thighs
it ain?t like it used to
I?m so sick of ham
where?d I lose my stomach?
picking in the trash?
can?t keep it down
can?t make it last
In a roll top table?
Behind a stack of mail?
In a high-rise penthouse?
Or in a Richfield jail?
No, I can?t be your boy
high wire walker
big city walker
I?m a union walker
jimmy walker
last minute walker
admit it walker
roll with it walker
don?t hand me no walker
what a way to treat a man
eye to eye and hand to hand
and I?ll never be your boy
better move to the country
learn how to raise a farm
see the mule to sleep
and put the plow in the barn
never fight with your woman
about the price of corn
never lose no sleep
with the tv on
put out your hands
they are your friends
gonna be with you until the end
and I can?t be your boy