Elmore King and Wayne Murray - Bringing It Home
Racing through the city
Down to OConnell Street
Fists were flying but the band played on
As I was knocked off my feet
I picked myself up off the floor
You cant keep a good man down
All your fighting talk wont mean a thing
If you cant last the round!
Hold steady, hold steady
Lets bring it home!
Lets bring it home!
You talk the talk, can you walk the walk?
Lets bring it home!
The deck was stacked against us
Our backs against the wall
But one by one they began to fall
And we cried, Well take you all!
The lights turned, it was time to go
Singing all the way home
Sha, the nights still young, Ive nowhere to be
So pour a double, pour a double, pour a double for me
Were bringing it home!
Were bringing it home!
Racing through the city
Down to OConnell Street
Fists were flying but the band played on
I was swept off my feet
Were bringing it home!
Cmon!
Written by:
ELMORE KING, WAYNE ANTHONY MURRAY
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