Turn It On

One day with my six strings
I went down to the crossroads
I feel so funny, 'cause my tune drive to slow

Look over yonder people
Turn it on . . . turn it on . . . turn it on . . .

My fingers over time baby
To play another same old song
My friend his too heavy
His so lucky with his fat beef cake

There's a lady in the corner
Waitin' for his autograph . . . autograph . . .

Look over yonder people
Turn it on . . . turn it on . . . turn it on . . .

My soul was empty
To play another same old song
One day with my six strings
I went down to the crossroads
I feel so funny, 'cause my tune drive to slow

Look over yonder people
Turn it on . . . turn it on . . . turn it on . . .
My soul was empty
To play another same old song . . .



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Gabriel Gould, Mark King, Roland Gould
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