Strait Ol' Line Lyrics & Tabs by Split Enz
Strait Ol' Line
guitar chords lyrics
Don't look to the left, don't look to the right
Just follow that strait old line
Everybody into the pool
This could be Heaven, or this could be Hell
Life could be falling down a bottomless well
I stumble to the left, I stumble to the right
I fumble for the switch of a disconnected light
Stay with it, don't let temptation be your load
Stay with it, but there are bandits on the road
Don't look to the left, don't look to the right
Just follow that strait old line
Don't look to the left, don't look to the right
Just follow that strait old line
The road of ambition, it's a casualty trail
Press gangs wait to ambush the weak and weary
Just follow that strait old line
The road of ambition, it's a casualty trail
Press gangs wait to ambush the weak and weary
Stay with it
I had to explore the light and dark to see the sharp and flat
There's a hundred or more good reasons
Not to ever turn your back
Neil: Take it, Eddie
Don't move
'The women that loves you' spoon solo from Noel - the most
Beautiful piece of music in the world!
Noel: Don't look to the left, don't look to the right
Just follow that strait old line. Wait for it.
Tim: That Crombie man. This is for the children's children
Not something that we did necessarily, well, just, this evening
But, well, I, I was moved, I'm always moved by the sound of those
Spoons. They're sort of, smooth, sort of
Noel: Best silverware for the night, Tim. You would have note
Noted the quality ring. I'm sure the audience did
(Pick up on that?)
Stainless steel, you know, it's OK, but sort of where it's at
Tim: He's talking! Ladies & gentleman, I, I don't know if you
Appreciate what we just experienced, but, oh, my
Noel: I think it's your turn for a little
Tim: I don't know if you realise what just happened
Noel: Well, Tim, I think it's your turn for a little story now
Tim: Well, that Crombie man, he's just, well, anything could happen
Noel: You're getting, you're jumping in on top of me, no, look
It's just not good enough
Tim: Ex'causee me, uh, Noel
Noel: They wouldn't like to hear it
