The Room At The Top Of The Stairs

In the room at the top of the stairs

We grew up together on the wrong side of the river

And her dream was to make it to here

Well she won his attention and a place in his mansion

In the room at the top of the stairs

In that cold lonely mansion lies a lady hot with passion

And a man to busy to care

When he´s off with his brokers she invites me over

To the room at the top of the stairs

Lord he´d never believe that these old worn out jeans

Have been thrown across his best velvet chair

Damned these old cowboy´s blues for wanting to take roots

In the room at the top of the stairs

As I hide here and wait for him to drive out the gate

Lord my heart is already up there

And my hands won´t stop shaking at the thought of her aching

In the room at the top of the stairs

Damned these old cowboy´s blues for wanting to take roots

In the room at the top of the stairs