got some money in my pocket got my ticket in my hand ain t got time to talk ain t got time to explain ain t gonna ride a greyhound or a midnight train i m goin by jet propulsion to the promise land gonna run down through the terminal jump over the chain and make love to my baby in baggage claim she called me up this mornin said she needed to see me bad she was jonesin real hard for the love she knew i had said she woke up sweatin from a dream she had last night filled with sexual tension and no relief in sight she was breathin hard and heavin like a coal burnin train she said come to me baby before i go insane when i get to lax i betcha i m ten feet tall bullet proof and handsome i ll be wall to wall arms around my baby give her all the love i had we ll be steamin up the windows in that yellow taxi cab i got one more thing to do before i let that hammer fall hotel operator please hold all my calls
['blues', 'blues rock', 'country rock', 'electric blues', 'folk', 'harmonica blues', 'mellow gold', 'modern blues', 'roots rock', 'singer-songwriter', 'texas country']