Canned Heat - Too Much Giddyup Lyrics
All fixed up, ready to rollHe's feelin' his oatsSo he's hittin' the roadNo destination, nothin' on his mindJust a strange premonitionHe's gonna meet a deadlineToo much Giddyup, not enough WhoaAll dressed up and no place to goToo much Giddyup, not enough WhoaWhoa, oh oh oh ohToo much Giddyup, not enough WhoaA cloud of dust and a rebel yellPedal to the metalGonna raise a little hellAin't got no script but he puts on a showHe's playin' the foolAnd he was born for the rollToo much Giddyup, not enough WhoaHis fuse is lit and it's about to blowToo much Giddyup, not enough WhoaWhoa, oh oh oh ohToo much Giddyup, not enough WhoaDoesn't know just where he's goin' until he's thereNo need for him to hurry, but he don't care--- Guitar Solo ---He's late for a date at the pearly gateSpeedin' in the fast laneTo an early graveComin' to his deadline, and he's losin' controlThere just might be fireworksAt the end of the showToo much Giddyup, not enough WhoaFirst to come and the first to goToo much Giddyup, not enough WhoaWhoa, oh oh oh ohToo much Giddyup, not enough WhoaWhoa, oh oh oh ohWhoa, oh oh oh ohWhoa, oh oh oh oh
