Robbie Robertson - Day Of Reckoning (Burnin' For You)

DAY OF RECKONING (BURNIN‘ FOR YOU) (Robbie Robertson/David Ricketts) In this dusty little railroad town Smack in the heart of the Bible Belt, Where nothing ever changes And nothing remains the same... When first I saw the raven Lean against the wind I said, who's that girl With the tattoo on her skin? I followed her home She lived down by the water, My friend Teddy told me, She's the Frenchman's daughter. On this day of reckoning I'm riding shotgun with you, yeah you Tangled twisted strands of love Hanging from above. I'm burnin' for you Ooh, I'm burnin' for you. We were first time lovers In a secret rendezvous. I'm burnin', burnin', burnin' Burnin' for you... When I come knocking on her front door The neighbor said, she don't live there no more. Well, she moved from the country down to the city Where the scene is dark And the streets are gritty. In the hustle and bustle and all the commotion She got addicted to the locomotion. On this day of reckoning By the old wooden bridge I'll wait for you. Tangled twisted strands of love Hanging from above I'm burnin' for you Ooh, I'm burnin' for you. We were first time lovers In a secret rendezvous. I'm burnin', burnin', burnin' Burnin' for you... I remember the smell of the burning leaves - We were making love. She was like a young Georgia O'Keefe From another time... In an old abandoned railroad shack One should never go, Where anything can happen When the Zephyr blows. On this day of reckoning I'm calling for you, yeah you Tangled twisted strands of love Hanging from above. I'm burnin' for you Ooh, I'm burnin' for you. We were first time lovers In a secret rendezvous. I'm burnin', burnin', burnin' Burnin' for you... The phone rings, she said: "I can't tell you where I'm calling from 'Cause my papa's on the lam For something shady that he's done." There hangs a tale of love - For the first time For the first time...