Songwriters: Burr, Matthew P; Potter, Grace; Tournet, Scott
Tuesday night feet on the floor
Keys in hand, headed out that door
I look to you but you donât look back
Thereâs a slow train coming and a clickety-clack
Come on, baby, give it to me
If I chase youâre running up that tree
Seems thereâs nothing I can do
To get a little bit of love from my hands to you
Youâve got the sweetest little hands on this side of the Rio Grande
And if you love me youâve got to love me right
So take your sticky little fingers and hold me tight
Itâs like touch and go without the touch
Itâs all I ask but itâs still too much
Youâve got to love me tender
Youâve got to love me tough
But what youâre giving me just ainât enough
Youâve got the sweetest little hands on this side of the Rio Grande
And if you love me youâve got to love me right
So take your sticky little fingers and hold me tight
Youâve got the sweetest little hands on this side of the Rio Grande
And if you love me youâve got to love me right
So take your sticky little fingers and hold me tight
Tuesday night feet on the floor
Keys in hand, headed out that door
I look to you but you donât look back
Thereâs a slow train coming and a clickety-clack
Youâve got the sweetest little hands on this side of the Rio Grande
And if you love me youâve got to love me right
So take your sticky little fingers and hold me tight