Downfield Songtext
von Doug Henthorn

Hands on more than purse strings.
Commandeer that bread that love brings.
Green, that′s what you love for.
When you're done,
You′re out the front door.
Say what they wanna hear it
But don't let nobody near it.
If glad hands ain't what you wanted,
She won′t mind seeing what you punted
Downfield.

Nobody had to detail your automobile no no.
Mama said that she was never a fan of the Coltrane,
Or that Lauren Bacall.


Name that line of cocaine,
The only friend you never have blamed.
Last stop you had to have it,
North side it′s a nasty habit.
Good loving don't cost you nothing.
A good thing now′s on to something.
If glad hands ain't what you wanted,
She won′t mind seeing what you punted
Downfield.

Nobody had to detail your automobile no no.
Mama said that she was never a fan of the Coltrane,
Or that Lauren Bacall.

Downfield,
Nobody had to detail your automobile no no.
Mama said that she was never a fan of the Coltrane,
Or that Lauren Bacall.
Mama said that she was never a fan of the Coltrane,
Or that Lauren Bacall.