Lyrics:

by: Izzy Stradlin'
Yes I do
. . .Sam was lookin' grim
His. . . . . real big
I feel lucky 'cause I got wheels
Looks like you're takin' a trip
Head to Chicago
It's close to home
To get a little relief
Don't really need to carry no gun here
Don't need to packin' no piece
Take a cab, take a bus
And, you could walk if you like
Don't really matter
As long as you go
You're gonna feel it alright
All right, say
And if you wanna stay alone
Sure is plenty goin' on
On every corner
*
You see 'em cuttin' the rug
Just cuttin' the rug
Cuttin' the rug
Just cuttin' the rug
I think I see . . .
Cuttin' the rug
Cuttin' the rug
Kick and dance
We're cuttin' the rug
I can almost dance
I should cut the rug
Watch Jimmy dance
See him cuttin' the rug
Oh, ooh, can't dance
Cuttin' the rug
So if you're born startin' to face
Or something's gettin' you down
You get up and check it on out
I think you'll see what I've found
Say if you wanna stay alone
Sure is plenty goin' on
On every corner
(*Repeat)
Get up, girls, and dance
Sure cut the rug
They kick and dance
They're cuttin' the rug
Said do your thing
Do the slam (Repeat)
Yeah, slammin' and jammin'
And cuttin' the rug again
Cut it up, oh