Slipping Around
by Floyd Tillman
"About three
o'clock in the morning, after playing a job a few
hundred miles out of Houston, we stopped at an all-night
cafe on the way home. There was a telephone nearby, and
a lady was talking on it. I couldn't help but overhear
the conversation. She said, 'Now, Honey, you call me,
and if a man answers, hang up.' I thought, 'Poor girl,
she's just like me . . . slipping around.'" —Floyd
Tillman
Slipping Around
Seems I always have to slip around
To be with you, my dear
Slipping around
Afraid we might be found
I know I can't forget you
And I've got to have you near
But we just have to slip around
And live in constant fear.
Though you're tied up with someone else
And I'm tied up too
I know I've made mistakes, dear
But I'm so in love with you
I hope some day I'll find a way
To bring you back with me
Then I won't have to slip around
To have your company.
