I tipped the teatray in the waiting roomWhen I saw her sitting at the loomI backed out slower with a nervous smileI backed out slowI backed out slowI backed out slowI backed out slow I got to feelin'I got to feelin'I got to feelin'I got to feelin' that the race track so slowMy horse cannot goThe race track so slow The door was locked I can't get out of hereThe key was dangling from the chandelierI crossed the carpet to the spiral stairI walked on upI two'ed on upI three'd on upFought on up CHORUS And at the second bar it all came clearWhile gazing darkly through a glass of beerThat a man must step back and down and face his fearTo walk back downTo fall back downTo fight back downTo sit back down And I got to feelin'I got to feelin'I got to feelin'I got to feelin' that the race track so slowMy horse cannot goThat's all that I needMy steed had no speed