Slow Turning John Hiatt

When I was a boy
I thought it just came to ya'
But I never could tell what's mine
So it didn't matter anyway

My only pride and joy
Was this'a racket down here
Bangin' on an old guitar
And singin' what I had to say

I always thought our house was haunted
'Cause nobody said boo to me
I never did get what I wanted
Now I get what I need

It's been a slow turnin'
From the inside out
A slow turnin', baby
But you come about
A slow learnin'
But you learn to sway
A slow turnin', baby
Not fade away, not fade away, not fade away

Now I'm in my car
I got the radio down
An' I'm a'yellin' at the kids in the back
'Cause they're bangin' like'a Charlie Watts