paroles de chanson Hot Grease and Zydeco - George Strait

I hear the music, big daddy′s place
Smell that gumbo coming through that ol' screen door
Fans a-blowing, flies a-buzzing, people jitterbugging on that hardwood floor
Worked my fingers down to the bone
Make the money and spend it on...
Hot grease and Zydeco
Feed my belly, feed my hungry soul
It′s Friday night, let the good times roll
Hot grease and Zydeco
My baby's loving is deep-fried
Golden brown legs and that long black hair
We start cooking when we kiss, no time at all, Lord, she takes me there
Head on the bayou and they stirring it up
Tastes so good, I can't get enough of...
Hot grease and Zydeco
Feed my belly, feed my hungry soul
It′s Friday night, let the good times roll
Hot grease, hot grease, and Zydeco
Hot grease and Zydeco
Feed my belly, feed my hungry soul
It′s Friday night, let the good times roll
Hot grease and Zydeco
Feed my belly, feed my hungry soul
Turn it up, burn it up, say, "Sure"
Hot grease, hot grease and zydeco
Woo, yeah
Every night, big daddy's place
Hot grease and Zydeco
Woo, yeah
Woo, hot grease and Zydeco
Yeah, baby