Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Heel, artist - June Carter Cash. Album song Ring Of Fire, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 31.12.2014
Record label: Dualtone
Song language: English
The Heel |
The man who has me for his own is on the town and I’m alone |
In his new suit and his blue tie |
He slammed that door without goodbye |
Tonight my eyes are jealous green |
Tonight I’m feeling mighty mean |
He meets in secret rendezvous |
Some gal to tell his troubles to |
That dirty low down heel |
He’ll promise her most anything a sable coat a diamond ring |
And she’ll find out when it’s too late and all she’ll get will be the gate |
But while the dawn’s a distant thing in his embrace her heart will sing |
Her dizzy head will spin with lies |
And all too soon a woman cries |
That dirty low down heel |
The neon lights that flash below ignite my room with devil glow |
And in the gloom I hear a laugh that’s coming from his photograph |
I ring my hands and walk the floor and swear to even up the score |
For where a kitten cries tonight a panther waits to claw and bite |
That dirty low down heel |
I dare not play my radio one more complaint and out I go |
I’m sick of playing solitaire the ace of spades is everywhere |
There’ll be no sleep for me tonight the sheep I count are never white |
They all turn out to be jet black and whose the leader of the pack |
The heel |
At dawn I know heʼll stagger in demanding coffee black as sin and |
As I pour it from the tin ill slip a little powder in |
He’ll ring his hands and start to cry and cross his heart and hope to die and |
mumble |
I know how you feel but I’ve been on a business deal |
The heel |
But as the pot begins to perk I know my plan will never work and as he starts |
to drink it up |
I’ll take his hand and break the cup |
It’s only jealousy I know that’s brought my thinking down so low |
Why must I just sit here and grieve |
Why don’t I just pack up and leave |
That dirty low down heel |
But now hes really on the stairs I try to act like I don’t care |
For in my hearts arithmetic I find it takes two heels to click |
We’re in our world of love and hate where it will end is up to fate |
And I’ll let him have his little fling and be the chewing gum that clings |
To that dirty low down heel |
That low down lovable heel |