Which Way Steinway
Written by A.J. Croce
(c) 1993 Croce Publishing (ASCAP)
The other day when we spoke
On the telephone
You said that you were leaving town
One thing I must know
Darling which way will you go
‘Cause I’m going to pack my things and go along
If it’s Southway I’ll bring my whiskey
Northway wear a heavy coat
Westway I’ll bring my cowboy hat
Eastway learn the Harlem shuffle
Freeway drive it straight ahead
Steinway I’ll bring my hands to play
I’ve been waiting for a reason
Anything to leave this town
I don’t have my roots buried in the ground
No need to stick around
Where are you going, this I must know
If I’m going to pack my things and go along
If it’s Southway I’ll bring my whiskey
Northway wear a heavy coat
Westway I’ll bring my cowboy hat
Eastway learn the Harlem shuffle
Freeway drive it straight ahead
Steinway I’ll bring my hands to play
After hours of thought I’ve changed my mind
I’m happy where I stand
Packed my bags and there’s no room
For a Steinway baby grand
Sorry I'm not going, no, you'll probably know
Got advice for you to take along
If it’s Southway bring your whiskey
Northway wear a heavy coat
Westway bring your cowboy hat
Eastway learn the Harlem shuffle
Freeway drive it straight ahead
Steinway bring your hands to play