Don't Bring Me Down - Edwin Mccain

Well I don’t drive a fast car

You know it just ain’t my style

And I don’t give a damn about that

You know it ain’t worth my while

And I’ve been known to run around

Burned some bridges in my time

You know those girls tried to tie me down

But my heart is still all mine

Well Elvis had his blue suede shoes and Samson had his hair

You know I got my music baby

And my dreams will take me there

You know I don’t smoke cigarettes

I don’t see the point

And if you’re gonna put smoke in your lungs

Might as well smoke a joint

Well I don’t mind if you hang around

Just don’t start talking that love talk baby

Don’t bring me down

Well don’t call me a scoundrel

Baby don’t call me a thief

Don’t look down your nose at me

I don’t need all your grief

Join me and the jesters, singing for today

Live life at its fullest

Before it slips away

Well I don’t mind if you hang around

Just don’t start talking that love talk baby

Don’t bring me down

Why you want to shoot me down

I’m just trying to be your friend now baby

But you lock the door, hide the key, hide under the bed

You’re gonna hide from me

Come on baby, let me in…