Cowboy Junkies Floorboard Blues [Live] lyrics

Check under his floorboards, Mama
I don't trust his silly grin
He's got a beat-up Rambler, Nebraska plates
I ain't getting in

I don't like the way his pinky ring
Picks up the dashboard light
Or his short little piggy fingers
Or the way his belt is cinched too tight

Check under his floorboards, Mama
I don't like his suggestive tone
The way his words drip from his mouth
As he asks, "Can I take you home?"

I don't care how many miles I got
I think I'd rather walk them alone

Than to sit in the back seat
As his eyes in the mirror
Reduce me to flesh and bone

Check under his floorboards, Mama
'Cause that razor's not just as threat to me
He'll be slicing tiny crescents from your heart
Without laying a sweaty palm to your cheek

Don't accuse me of running scared
Listen to what I'm saying
It's a fucked up ol' world but this ol' girl
Well, she ain't giving in