90 Miles An Hour

This is the way I play it. It's really easy Doug Boyea [email protected] recorded by Hank Snow (in 1963) written by Hal Blair and Don Robertson Albums: Best of Hank Snow and The Essential hank Snow I took you home from a party and we kissed in fun, a no harm was done. Instead of stopping when we could, we went right on, until suddenly we found the } gone. You belong to someone else and I do too. here with you. As a devil in the seat, Doin' 90 miles an hour down a street. I didn't want to want to now I have no choice. It's too late to hear the warning voice. All I hear is thunder as our two hearts beat, Doin' 90 miles an hour down a dead end street. You're not free to belong to me and you know I can never be your own. Your{} lips on mine are like sweet sweet wine, but we're stone. Warning signs are flying by us but we pay no heed, Instead of slowing down the pace we keep pickin' up the speed. Disaster's getting closer every time we meet. Doin' 90 miles an hour down a dead end street.