Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Imagine Houston, artist - Joe Ely.
Date of issue: 30.06.2014
Song language: English
Imagine Houston |
Imagine Houston in the middle of July |
Hotter than a pistol on a saturday nite |
Your baby’s on the front porch with a bamboo fan |
As you pull up to the curb in your black sedan |
It don’t take her long she knew you were comin |
With a slam of the screen she’s off and she’s runnin |
Now she’s sittin there beside you you forget about the heat |
You leave your troubles at the curb and take your passion to the street |
With a steam-heated love |
With a burning desire and a tropical fire in your blood |
With a steam-heated love |
That hurricane feelin it’s got you reelin, |
you can’t even wait for the flood! |
You put your arm around her and you tell her the news |
And the white lines and the freeways they twist like a fuse |
While the Pilgrims from the East with their U-Haul trailors |
Build cities out of canvas just like shipwrecked sailors |
And the asphalt sweats while the welders weld |
And your wheels are hotter than the hinges of hell |
And you better watch your step if you’re just standing around |
Because the buildings ain’t constructed they erupt from the ground |
Outro |
The parking lots are steaming with a street sweepers mist |
Just the perfect atmosphere to steal a little kiss |
And you notice that the moon has been coated with chrome |
As it begins to rise beside the Astrodome. |