Quebec
Love love my baby, but my baby, she don't feel the same
Love love my baby, she don't feel the same
Probably ain't love, but if it isn't how can I explain?
When a woman moves on, it's best she just move away
When a woman moves on, it's best she just move away
When she fancies your friend, now that's twice the price to pay
Yeah, I heard you baby, you said you never felt so free
Yes, I heard you baby, you said you never felt so free
You threw off your chains and then they landed on me
Seen your legs wrapped around Mr. Salamander's bedpost
Seen your legs wrapped around Mr. Salamander's bedpost
Bust open the door, I almost catch you, almost
You see, my heart's in the ashtray, soaking in the yellow light
Yes, my heart's in the ashtray, blood dripping off the sides
And my pulse is throwing up the ashes, up into the night
When a man used to get the blues, he could hop a train
When a man used to get the blues, he could hop a train
What am I supposed to do, I cannot just hop a plane
I'm gonna pack my bags, and I'm gonna go to Montreal
I'm gonna pack my bags, gonna head off to Montreal
I know a woman there, she's got a couch against the wall
Said I'm gonna take that bridge that'll lead me to Quebec
Gonna pack my bags, take that bridge, it'll lead me to Quebec
Step onto that bridge, I swear, I ain't coming back
Gonna take my bags, and go to Quebec
Gonna pack my bags, and go to Quebec
Step onto that bridge, I swear, I ain't coming back
Love love my baby, she don't feel the same
Probably ain't love, but if it isn't how can I explain?
When a woman moves on, it's best she just move away
When a woman moves on, it's best she just move away
When she fancies your friend, now that's twice the price to pay
Yeah, I heard you baby, you said you never felt so free
Yes, I heard you baby, you said you never felt so free
You threw off your chains and then they landed on me
Seen your legs wrapped around Mr. Salamander's bedpost
Seen your legs wrapped around Mr. Salamander's bedpost
Bust open the door, I almost catch you, almost
You see, my heart's in the ashtray, soaking in the yellow light
Yes, my heart's in the ashtray, blood dripping off the sides
And my pulse is throwing up the ashes, up into the night
When a man used to get the blues, he could hop a train
When a man used to get the blues, he could hop a train
What am I supposed to do, I cannot just hop a plane
I'm gonna pack my bags, and I'm gonna go to Montreal
I'm gonna pack my bags, gonna head off to Montreal
I know a woman there, she's got a couch against the wall
Said I'm gonna take that bridge that'll lead me to Quebec
Gonna pack my bags, take that bridge, it'll lead me to Quebec
Step onto that bridge, I swear, I ain't coming back
Gonna take my bags, and go to Quebec
Gonna pack my bags, and go to Quebec
Step onto that bridge, I swear, I ain't coming back
Credits
Writer(s): Leif Vollebekk
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