(GUITAR INTRO)

Some folks go to the motel and some folks go to the brush

And some folks go for that funky thing and some folks go for the rush

But I thought we had a real love filled with a common trust

Till your love slipped and I got hip now nothing ain't like it was

And we're traveling on

Thin ice, baby

Thin ice, baby

We're traveling on

Thin ice, baby

Thin ice

(HARP SOLO)

(GUITAR SOLO)
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