I moved around a lot, when I was a kid cause my daddy was the traveling type The last thing in the world that he liked to do, was to watch the box and smoke a pipe
Oh, we lived all over the city and country
And that's the reason why I got itchy feet and I wanna tell this town good-bye
The only thing I'd miss, yeah, after I'm gone is this very special woman I know She's got a lot of ways to get me to stay, cause she doesn't seem to want me to go
Ain't she wild that Doxy, she wild and foxy
And when I need to sooth the sting of my traveling bug Doxy makes the highway fever go And when I need to sooth the sting of my traveling bug Doxy makes the highway fever go And when I need to sooth the sting of my traveling bug Doxy makes the highway fever go She's foxyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.