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joe gittleman - treadmill lyrics

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hands on top of the treadmill
she holds on, moving on
looking forward, music loud
she don’t even see that lavish crowd
they come in, throwing weights
trying to firm up their dinner dates
but her shoes don’t need dusting
get your hands on something

and hold on
hold on
hold on

she’s got her hands on top of her mama’s rosary
how can it be?
safe in her pocket where she dropped it
so dizzy, spent last night at the dancing queen
she could rest all day (hold on), unwind and take it slow

but mama didn’t raise no good for nothing
put your hands on something
and hold on
hold on
hold on
mama didn’t raise no good for nothing
put your hands on something
and hold on
good days, they come in dribs and drabs
hauling ten times more than her fair share in a drawstring bag
no one left to defend
none the less loyal til the end
get up and try again

hands on top of the treadmill
she moves on and on and on
looking forward, music loud
weeks go by and she don’t see that crowd
they crash in, hours late
she says “how was the big soiree?”
hey, you look flat busted
the treadmill stops for nothing

so hold on
hold on
hold on
don’t get left and dusted
get your hands on something and hold on
hold on

- joe gittleman lyrics

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