Letras: Roch Voisine. Americana / Vol.2. Take It Easy.

Well, I'm running down the road
Tryin to loosen my load
I've got seven women on my mind,
Four that wanna own me,
Two that wanna stone me,
One says she's a friend of mine

Take it easy, take it easy
Don't let the soundof your own wheels
Drive you crazy
Lighten up while you still can
Don't even try to understand
Just find a place to make your stand
And take it easy

Well, I'm standing on a corner
In Winslow, Arizona
Such a fine sight to see
It's a girl, my lord, in a flatbed Ford
Slowin' down to take a look at me

Come on, baby, don't say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is gonna save me
We may lose and we may win
Though we will never be here again
So open up, I'm climbin' in,
Take it easy

Well, I'm running down the road tryin' to loosen my load,
Got a world of trouble on my mind
Lookin' for a lover who won't blow my cover,
She's so hard to find

Take it easy, take it easy
Don't let the sound of your own wheels make you crazy
Come on baby, don't say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love
Is gonna save me, oh oh oh...
Oh we got it easy. We oughta take it easy.

(Merci a Isabelle pour cettes paroles)