Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take Your Partner By The Hand, artist - Robbie Robertson. Album song Classic Masters, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Take Your Partner By The Hand |
| Band, The |
| Miscellaneous |
| Take Your Partner By The Hand |
| She walks alone down a sleazy backstreet |
| Around a corner, up an alley to a dead end |
| There under a small blue light |
| She enters an unmarked doorway |
| (a low heartbeat, a low pounding escapes into the night) |
| This is a place she goes to fulfill a very basic need |
| Something people have been doing since the dawn of man |
| To communicate without talking |
| If she needs something |
| She makes a gesture with her hand |
| And mouths what she wants |
| She wants to make a connection |
| A certain kind of connection |
| No this is not about something from the black market |
| This is about no questions |
| This is about smoke and sweat and beats |
| This is about no message |
| Take your partner by the hand |
| He’s a woman, she’s a man |
| What’s so hard to understand |
| Take your partner by the hand |
| Mona in the promised land |
| Take your partner by the hand |
| Keep it simple if you can |
| Take your partner by the hand |
| At the club they circle around some sex goddess like vultures |
| Flashbulbs popping |
| Like bees around their queen |
| She is completely indifferent to all the commotion |
| And orders some mango tango ice cream by sign language |
| She’s approached by some wild-eyed poet drunk with love |
| I like her easy refusal, the way she shakes her head |
| She lives these days in the attic of an old dance hall |
| That’s been shut down for years |
| And swears there’s times when she can hear feet shuffling below |
| And can see the shadows swaying, moving to the music |
| Chorus (first half) |
| Elevator going up |
| Fifth floor |
| Lady’s handbags, shoes, leather accessories, and electronics |
| Wait a minute, where am i, on this elevator to nowhere |
| Going up, going down |
| Then like a hallucination |
| I saw her out of the corner of my eye |
| Studying some shoes very carefully |
| She definitely had a particular purpose for these shoes in mind |
| Then as quickly as she appeared, she disappeared |
| Back into the slash and burn of new york |
| Ah, stuck in traffic |
| Crosstown, the stress of not moving |
| She described it as like being locked in a car |
| With a madman behind the wheel |
| And the radio tuned to static |