Recorded by Hank Snow
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Written by Hal Blair and Don Robertson
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I took you [C] home from a party and we kissed in fun,
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A[G] few stolen kisses and [C] no harm was done.
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Instead of [F] stopping when we could, we [C] went right on,
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Until suddenly we found the [F] brakes were[C] gone.
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You belong to someone else and I do too.
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[G] It's just too crazy being [C] here with you.
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As a [F] bad motorcycle with the [C] devil in the seat,
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Doin' 90 miles an hour down a [F] dead end [C] street.
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I didn't want to want to now I have no choice.
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It's too late to hear the warning voice.
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All I hear is thunder as our two hearts beat,
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Doin' 90 miles an hour down a dead end street.
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[F] You're not free to belong to me
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and you [C] know I can never be your own.
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Your[F] lips on mine are like sweet sweet wine,
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but we're [C] headed for a wall of [G] stone.
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Warning signs are flying by us but we pay no heed,
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Instead of slowing down the pace we keep pickin' up the speed.
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Disaster's getting closer every time we meet.
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Doin' 90 miles an hour down a dead end street.
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90 Miles An Hour (Down A Dead End Street)
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| Hank Snow |
