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Text: 38 Special. Wild-Eyed Southern Boys. Throw Out The Line.


Whoa,
I'm runnin' around in a circle,
Never know where to stop.
'Cause I'm lookin' for
A special kind of lady,
Hopin' that she'll change my luck.
I took a chance, asked you to dance,
Wanted just to take you home.
I'm holdin' steady, I know I'll be ready. Will you be comin' if I call?

Throw out the line,
And make a believer.
Just give me the time,
You know I won't leave ya.
Someday you'll be mine,
I can't give ya up.
Throw out the line.
Oh won't you throw out the line.

So I, I make my move.
I might break all the rules.
The strategy's my only game.
I can't fake it,
My heart won't take it.
I'm hopin' that you'll feel the same.

Throw out the line,
To make a believer.
Just give me the time,
You know I won't leave ya.
Someday you'll be mine,
I can't give you up.
Throw out the line.
Won't you throw out the line.