Тексты песен Robert Cray Band

I was born in the back seat Of a travellin' hurricane I came up in the back streets The city with no name I was raised on trouble Rock when I should roll I never could control it And I can't be contro

Dead of night, baby We're finally alone I'll pull down the shades If you unplug the phone Put on some music Marvin Gaye's real nice Once we get settled I'll turn out the lights (CHORUS) Don't be afrai

I get a constant busy signal When I call you on the phone I get a strong, uneasy feeling You're not sitting there alone I have a nasty, nasty vision And baby, you're in every one, yeah And I'm so afra