Lyrics

YGotta Go Easy

I bought my brother’s old Toyota        

It still had an O.K. motor  

Though it had seen its hundred and fifty thousandth mile

Paid him cash, looked at the rust

Left New York City behind in its dust

To sail around the country for a while

Didn’t need no reason

To take a season

‘Cept someone back in New York was skating on my heart

Rode the waves near Atlantic City

A.C, it looked so pretty

Floated down to D.C.

I was off to a fine start

                                                                       

Oh, ya gotta go easy, oh, ya gotta go slow

I heard a voice inside me echo 

Oh, ya gotta go easy, oh, ya gotta go slow

AC or DC you gotta ride the current’s flow  

 

In the Great Dismal part of the nation 

I stopped on the lawn of an old plantation

Saw the wedding there of a couple of descendants of its slaves  

They jumped the broom, they dressed in white

They sang and danced for half the night         

Small children played among their ancestors’ graves

                                                                       

I slept alone under the stars

Just me and my old rusty car

By morning I was different than I was the night before

Blinked against the morning mist

Brushed away a dew drop's kiss

Headed south toward Alabama's shore

 

Oh, ya gotta go easy, oh, ya gotta go slow

I heard that voice inside me echo

Oh, ya gotta go easy, oh ya gotta go slow

Cause you never know just

Where you might wash up tomorrow

 

Somehow smashed the window on my passenger side

After I was joined, in Mississippi, by a good old friend of mine

My friend said, “Why replace it?” “Rain,” I dryly replied

“Dave,” she said, “I think the sun is gonna shine”

 

Course, she'd just flown in from southern California

And if that is where you’re born ya

Think that everything will turn out dry and warm

We swam in the Gulf of Mexico

Pushed west, and hey, wouldn’t ya know?

We got to New Orleans in a great big thunderstorm

 

Oh, ya gotta go easy, oh, ya gotta go slow

She didn’t hear that voice inside me echo

Oh, ya gotta go easy, oh ya gotta go slow

Cause sometimes it really rains round the Gulf of Mexico

 

We laughed and brushed away the rain

Where it came in through the broken pane

I wanted to but didn’t tell her "I might have told you so"

We sang up folk songs as we sped

Along a dry Texas highway bed

We took it easy but we didn’t take it slow

 

And when we got to San Antonio

Tried our best but couldn’t to remember the Alamo

Bought some boots instead and we 

headed for El Paso

Took some silly pictures

We laughed until we cried

She whispered she would take me to the Colorado

Saw my reflection there

Oh, lost myself in the canyon there

Found my tongue went dry at the river Colorado

 

I dropped her off in Atascadero

Made my way to San Francisco

Took a little room in the YMCA

Showered there with all the boys

Drank in their most subtle joys

Snatched back my soul and I got my self away

 

I headed for the Redwood trees

Where I fell down on my knees

I cried and I felt very small indeed

Dove into a telephone

Said, “I’m here and all alone”

Voice said, "Babe come home, I got what you need"

 

No, I didn’t go easy

No, I didn’t go slow

The voice inside me sang, I heard it grow

No, I didn’t go easy

No, I didn't go slow

Didn’t stop my driving or my weeping

‘Til I saw New York City

Sparkling like a rainbow

All words and music by Dave Hall ©

Publisher: Row House Music   PRO: ASCAP