Song Description
A pretty true story. Hope you made it, Steve.
| Song Length |
2:50 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock |
Lyrics
Little Stevie lived on my hilly street
Didn't really like to be on his feet
He was always, always on wheels
Little Stevie was a pretty reckless tyke
Had a big front tire on his trike
Painted candy-red and made of steel
Seemed to have a need to lose control
Take his feet off the pedals and let'er roll
He was always goin' downhill fast, downhill fast
Little Stevie goin' downhill fast
And the cuts and the bruises and breaks and burns
And the narrow escapes in the hairpin turns
Downhill fast, he was always goin' downhill fast, downhill fast
Little Stevie goin' downhill fast
Little Stevie had an older sister cutest in her high school class
She got killed one weekend night when the car she was ridin' in crashed
And their momma was never quite the same, guess it 'bout drove her
insane, with daddy drink glass after glass and
Little Stevie goin' downhill fast, goin' downhill fast
Little Stevie goin' downhill fast
Seemed to have a need to lose control
Take his feet off the pedals and let'er roll
He was always goin' downhill fast, downhill fast
Little Stevie goin' downhill fast
No idea where he is today or if he is at all
Whether he broke free and got away or took one too many falls
All I know is when I saw him last
He was goin' downhill fast, Little Stevie goin' downhill fast
Little Stevie goin' downhill fast
He was always goin' downhill fast, goin' downhill fast
Little Stevie goin' downhill fast