I Got to Feelin' - Dirk Hamilton

I tipped the teatray in the waiting room

When I saw her sitting at the loom

I backed out slower with a nervous smile

I backed out slow

I got to feelin'
I got to feelin'
I got to feelin'
I got to feelin' that the race track so slow
My horse cannot go
The race track so slow

The door was locked I can't get out of here
The key was dangling from the chandelier
I crossed the carpet to the spiral stair
I walked on up
I two'ed on up
I three'd on up
Fought on up

(CHORUS)

And at the second bar it all came clear
While gazing darkly through a glass of beer
That a man must step back and down and face his fear
To walk back down
To fall back down
To fight back down
To sit back down

And I got to feelin'
I got to feelin'
I got to feelin'
I got to feelin' that the race track so slow
My horse cannot go
That's all that I need
My steed had no speed

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