The room at the top of the stairs

In the room at the top of the stairs
We grew up together on the wrong side of the river
And her dream was to make it to here
Well she won his attention and a place in his mansion
In the room at the top of the stairs

In that cold lonely mansion lies a lady hot with passion
And a man to busy to care
When he’s off with his brokers she invites me over
To the room at the top of the stairs

Lord he’d never believe that these old worn out jeans
Have been thrown across his best velvet chair
Damned these old cowboy’s blues for wanting to take roots
In the room at the top of the stairs

As I hide here and wait for him to drive out the gate
Lord my heart is already up there
And my hands won’t stop shaking at the thought of her aching
In the room at the top of the stairs
Damned these old cowboy’s blues for wanting to take roots
In the room at the top of the stairs